The redbud flowers fall, falling like rain...
The playground is still the same as before, still fresh and pleasant, but things have changed and people have changed;
Those table tennis tables can vaguely recall the original game and the cheers and cheers from around them, but things have changed;
On that school road with colorful redbud flowers, the laughter that once scattered was faintly floating, but things have changed and people have changed...
Can you go back? There is no going back.
Facing the sadness of the ruins and the memories blown away by the breeze.
The petals sandwiched in the textbook have long faded in color, recording those deep-rooted love.
I'm back, what about you?