"I don't want others to protect me, I want to protect myself."
"Master, Xiaoxue wants to be with the master forever."
"Master, master, don't you want Xiaoxue?"
"Xueer, can you come with me? We will never be separated again."
"Xiaoxue, goodbye."
"One day, you will regret it——!"
"If there is an afterlife, I would rather be just a drop in the ocean."
"I guessed the story, but I couldn't see the ending."
"Only by not forgetting this scene can we live forever."
"You're lying to me—! All of you are lying to me—!"
"I can't find the end and end of life, I can only move forward sadly."
"We are two people with too much involved and can never face it calmly."
"With so many people and things separated between you and me, can there still be a future?"
Those passing winds drift away like smoke, and all the accumulated tears eventually merge into the rivers, lakes and seas.
Do all the memories we once had still exist?
It's beautiful, but also disillusioning.
The moon waxes and wanes, the tide rises and falls; the brocades sing in unison, and the flutes and flutes play in unison.
You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. A hundred years have passed, thousands of miles have passed, and life and death have been separated. Where can I find that pure white feather-like robe and that lotus-like face?
The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, but there is nothing you can do on the bridge.
The wind blows away the red and turns into autumn.
The fallen red color returns with the wind.
Time passes and people come and go.
It was only discovered when the song ended and everyone dispersed.
In your pupils.
It is a light that I can never touch.