With what posture and what rhythm I use to stalemate with you, I have looked through the classics and there is no similarity.
Since when did we become the old friends we call each other?
Walking on the campus path, looking at the fallen leaves everywhere, my thoughts drifted to my old friends with the autumn wind; it seems that not long ago, we also met in such a rustling autumn wind...
Don't miss him!
I told myself, wrapped myself in a scarf, and hurried on with my life.
But how can we not think about it? How can we forget someone who is stunning at first sight?
Concept: Memories of campus youth adapted from real experiences