"Purple Wooden Clogs" Written by Mi You
"The glitz that the wind can't blow away, a drop of blood is gone. It's as old as me, walking alone in the dark night. The past has passed by, turning into ten lines of tears. Purple wooden clogs, only the bitter choice to leave."
If this is really the ending, I will only have a few lines of tears to express my sadness. But times have changed, why do you and I need to meet again...