There is no turning back time in this world. We have always been pushed forward by time. As we walk and accept new things, we also have to slowly throw away many old memories. It's just that every time I see the sunlight casting sparse light and shadow through the camphor tree, I think of those carefree campus days. It seems that every light and shadow is showing a story, and those stories include you, me, and him/her.
Intent: Some stories about youth and campus.