If memory could speak
If the past could be repeated
So how should she choose?
It's raining on the river at dusk, but it's clear and clear at first.
It's just their youth, how can they look forward to the day when the clouds begin to clear up?
In the misty morning light, she seemed to see his face.
But she didn't know
This is the last light and shadow they cast on each other in their lives that have never intersected with each other.