After you left.
Under the eaves
The Flow and Thinking of Love
The years when the red dust is fragrant.
Wild and lonely.
Inner sadness
Be rendered everywhere.
My waiting
Gaze at
Peeling off on ancient land
You are behind.
Yuxiangzhong
Full of endless entanglements
Rusty years
deliver the goods
The voice of dreams
Was transferred to Tian Jianhe.
My memories
Mixed with a hint of melancholy
Lost in the fleeting time
This is about the memory of classmates after the college entrance examination.