When I walk alone on campus and pass by the oncoming crowds, I always feel that the passion in the university has nothing to do with me. Many memories from the past were still fresh in my mind after so many years, but now I look back and find that they feel like they were a lifetime ago, like I was watching another person's life with my hands in them. Those people and things have been washed away in the long flow of time, and I think I need to write something down.
Looking out the window, I could see the dusk falling. Only then did I realize that the ups and downs of the past that had been stuck in my heart had only been left for one day and the stars were still the same as yesterday.
Concept: pure love, nostalgia for the past, youthful campus