You said the rivers and lakes are big, and we will never see each other again if we separate; I said the rivers and lakes are small, and we met like this. From then on, under a lonely tree, beside the floating water, you played the piano and I sang a cappella... I want to write a story about you and him, and there are many people. I don't want to ask what will happen if I am brave and willful; I don't want to ask why the future that was once so close is actually far away, because I have learned to hold on to what belongs to me, so don't back down! Not blind!