Breeze and Seven-Colored Clouds

In my college life, there were five friends. A boy makes me grow; a boy teaches me to love; A girl brings happiness; a girl gives me love; A girl will accompany me until I grow old. The breeze blows gently, bringing clouds of seven colors, close your eyes, breathe and listen. The breeze left and the seven-colored clouds disappeared, but the touch and memory were still in my heart. I think I will use my life to remember the breeze blowing on my face and the seven-colored clouds. Never forget until death.