In a city crowded with tens of millions of people
We have loved each other, compromised, and been defeated
In the end only
The wind blows every year, and I miss the past every year
It's hard to calm down, it's hard to break up, and it's unforgettable
Modern city, the love and regret of ordinary people.
There is no bloody sadomasochism, only the trivial daily life, the missed tenderness, the deep affection that cannot survive reality, and the longing that can never be made up for the rest of my life. The words are restrained and the sentences are heart-piercing. I write this to all those who have lost their sincerity.
The evening breeze sends old friends,
The remaining thoughts fall into the mortal world.
Lovesickness starts with the moon,
Remembering the past every year.
