The wind is blowing.
Alma mater, are you okay?
Is the window sash closed?
Can this house stand the wind and frost?
We pay attention to it every day.
First frost.
Here comes the cold.
Alma mater, are you okay?
You still protect the flowers of the motherland with your own arms.
Time is strong and cruel.
But we still miss your nagging.
The ice is frozen.
Snow is coming.
Alma mater, are you okay?
The hospital asked if the camellia you planted was frostbitten.
Move it into the shed quickly.
I want to see the blooming camellia with you every year.
The year is approaching.
Spring is coming.
Alma mater, are you okay?
Another autumn, winter, spring and summer has passed.
You are like an old tree sprouting.
Bathed in the grace of heaven