The sun shines through the gaps in the sycamore trees
Thinly scattered on the campus paths
What touches my heart is the mottled tree shadows
A faint outline of the heartbreaking traces
"I'm back"
Only then did I know the promise
It turns out that coming back can be as easy as leaving
So simple that there are no other words
It's so simple that it hurts to the bottom of my heart
It turns out that it is just as Zhang Ailing said
"When she met him, she became very low, as low as the dust, but she was happy in her heart, and flowers bloomed from the dust."