Many years later, Gu Yan lay in Xu Li's arms and asked him if I hadn't been standing next to Beibei at that time, would we be together now. Xu Li looked at her serious expression and smiled harmlessly. He said, Gu Yan, how can there be so many what-ifs in this world? If there is fate, we will be together, if there is no fate, we will separate. Thinking about so many hypothetical things is just a waste of time to feel the present. What I love is Gu Yan in my heart, and what does it have to do with the Gu Yan next to Beibei.
Time goes by in a hurry, taken away and dissipated, and left behind, it settles. He and she are just two people in a vast sea of people. He will comfort her when she cries, and she will naturally be happy when he smiles. With each other, life is the same or different. What is firmly locked is the past time. The blue color can only vaguely distinguish his fine black hair and her clean white sneakers.
Quedao is a song of leaving Yan. Light and light, it's been years since I passed.