The playground is dusty, and now it is dressed as silence.
The north wind is wandering in the corridor, knocking on the door of a classroom.
He is like a late student, anxiously waiting for the teacher's majestic eyes.
The stationery that the beautiful girl received is in the corner of the classroom.
The boiling declaration on the blackboard cooled down in time.
The campus is empty in winter.
Everyone in the story has left.
Winter campus
Waiting for the prosperity of spring return in the cold rain