The Wind of This Season Is Blowing the Thread of Love

The familiar campus, the familiar stadium, the familiar grassland, the familiar classrooms, but what is no longer familiar is my own face and heart. This she is completely different from that "she", but there is an indescribable familiarity about her. She loves black and white, and "she" only wears black and white. She domineeringly occupied the big banyan tree in the playground and said it was her private club. "She" sat under the tree and read as if it belonged to her.