From the day I fell in love with him,
From the red leaves blooming into a cloud, to the west wind gradually tightening, and the yellow leaves withdrawing from the branches,
Then step on the newly sprouted grass.
I missed the desolate sunset on campus,
The soft moonlight outside the window during evening self-study,
I missed too many beautiful images,
But he often tries hard to capture his appearance.
"Stop at the rising sun and return to the sunset"
Intention: Dedicated to my entire youth