The ephemera that lives and dies
One in eight billion of us
Obviously so small, fragile and short-lived
Want to burst out with a persistent sound
This blind sound runs through the sensitive and restless youth
It wasn't until I was stung by Echo many years later that I suddenly realized the sound of rain at that time.
The cicadas chirping, the heartbeat, and even the sobs rumbled in my ears.
You are the nameless carrier of my youthful dreams
It's the fleeting bright color in the long numbness
It is the evidence of my confrontation with this fleeting life.
May we always remember the feeling of heartbeat
Purpose: campus