After thousands of years of reincarnation, the memory disappeared under a bowl of Meng Po soup thousands of years ago. Thousands of years later, can we still find each other in this vast sea of people...
When the last star disappeared in the deep blue sky, I suddenly thought of you. Are you in a foreign land like me, looking up at the same sky and the same star?
There are too many ties in the world, I only wish to be like dust, floating quietly in the night sky with you...