When all the poplar flowers have fallen, Zigui cries, and I hear the dragon marking the way across the Five Streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night. The flowers are falling, will you come back?
Ordinary vocational school students attack x college students from upper-class families (year down x year up)
This is my first time writing, so please forgive me if my writing is not very good.
Conception: