When I was a child, the campus hung high in the blue sky.
See her and hear her.
It's like embracing the stars all over the sky is my yearning.
When I entered school, the campus squeezed into my heavy schoolbag.
Love and hate her.
Like, following a long stream makes me happy and confused.
After graduation, the campus grew on a lush tree.
Taste her.
It's like saying goodbye to a first-love person, which makes me feel very sad.
Now, the campus is finally stuck in my wonderful life picture.
No matter how close to her, no matter how far away from her.
They all seem to be holding high the sails of mature love and facing the fiery red sun.
Fly.