Being drunk and dreaming are just empty feelings. The me in my heart is selfish, loving the people I love, but neglecting myself. The afternoon sun is warm, but it actually hurts people the most. It hurts people invisibly. Use memories to polish the already solid heart. Listening to the subtle rustling, life is disappearing and the heart is dead...
"Luo'er, take me home. Home is where you are. I don't want these rivers and mountains anymore, I only want you!" (If you were still you, my love would take you home)
"Liang Shui, why are you so stubborn? It's useless for me to be so devoted to you." The bun-burning man threw away his sleeves angrily and stormed off.
"Is there anything in this world that I can't get?! Including you!" The corners of the bright yellow clothes stabbed my eyes sharply.