"Yue. Wait for me, wait for me."
"Yu, hurry up, hurry up." It would be great if this was a dream and never woke up. . .
He loves Xiangxuehai, loves her pity Xiangxuehai, loves her dancing like Xiangxuehai, loves her hair flying in Xiangxuehai, loves her smile that shines in Xiangxuehai. . . I love her so I love the fragrant snow sea, and I look forward to walking on the fragrant snow sea with her on the Naihe Bridge.
She loves the fragrant snow sea, loves his favorite fragrant snow sea, loves his figure in the fragrant snow sea, loves his tears falling in the fragrant snow sea, and loves his footprints engraved on the fragrant snow sea. . . I love Xiangxuehai so I love him, and I only hope that I can be a Xiangxue plant to accompany him in my next life.
In the next life, I will be a fragrant snow plant, growing on the road you must pass, witnessing your love, watching you hug her and pass me by, and then I will fall down and be crushed into dust. . . Watching you walk past me, your steps will not stop for me. . . Love is also loveless, silent. Silent lovesickness, sorrow, and forgetfulness of love.