All endings have been written
All the tears have begun their journey
But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was.
In that ancient summer that never comes back
No matter how I pursue it
When you were young, you were just like a cloud shadow passing by.
And your smiling face is very light and very light
Qunlan gradually disappearing after sunset
Then I opened the yellowed title page.
Fate has bound it very poorly.
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again.
But I have to admit
Youth is a book that is too hasty