There's always something I don't understand,
Just like the alternation of spring and autumn,
Magnolia leaves grow from growing to falling to the ground.
There are always some things I can't explain.
Just like the parting many years ago,
The sadness of the rainless afternoon has accumulated over time.
There are always some things I don't want to forget,
Just like the thoughts left on the tip of a pen when the snow falls,
And the young and true self.
There are always some things I can't change.
Just like the imprint of time on the eyebrows,
And the past that bloomed as calmly as wild lilies...
Concept: Love on campus and in life can be combined into one