Qingqing Zijin, my heart is quiet. But for your sake, I still ponder it.
That year under the acacia tree, that year of meeting, that year of his deep attachment, were all blank in her mind.
He said: I knew you many years ago and I remember you.
She was silent, still unable to remember when and what night he was talking about.
He said: You don't have to remember me then.
She remained silent, but she knew secretly in her heart that after remembering you, she would never forget you again.