That year, that night, there are too many scenes that linger.
That year and that night seemed to have destined her to have a restless life.
That year, that night, he knew nothing, but had to bear the consequences.
That year, that night, that night that no one knew, caused everything to deviate from the original track.
The flowers have fallen, and the vicissitudes of life have passed.
If I had known it would end like this, why would I choose to start.
Is it destiny or a trick of fate? . .