Drizzle in the Red Campus

Drizzle gently falls, touching the earth,

Like a soft whisper caressing the quiet.

My thoughts soar back to the past,

In the red campus, where memories cast.

There, in the grand corridors of FIS,

I saw my friends, Titien walking with zeal.

Her steps light, filled with meaning and hope,

In the silence, I recall tales of love eloped.

This winter season echoes, bringing back time,

Reviving love, in nostalgia’s chime.

This drizzle, a silent witness to our past,

In the red campus, my love for you will forever last.