As the sun sets, a wisp of breeze lifts a maple leaf, and that's me.
Maple, let's break up.
Feng, please don't torture me.
Xiaofeng, I will be tired too.
Xiaofeng, come with me.
Little one, stop being so attached.
Little one, be happy.
Unconsciously, we will all change, but unfortunately the person who makes you change is not me.
We shouldn't have met, we shouldn't have fallen in love, and we didn't realize until we were bruised and bruised that we were all the same, desperate and confused in love.
I feel like I'm drowning.
The dance of drowning in loneliness
Feng, please don't torture me.
Xiaofeng, I will be tired too.
Little guy, you are so stupid.
Watching you walking alone, taking lonely dance steps, why am I not like this?
And him, and him, it turns out we are all like this, deeply hurting each other
Fang, quietly licking his wounds.