Turn around and take away the misty rain in Jiangnan.
In the depths of his eyes, there is an unparalleled elegance in half a lifetime.
If everything was as it was back then, and I stood at the end of the bridge looking at the boat, and you accidentally ran into my arms, and we just hugged each other, and what we hugged was that the two of us would last forever, that would be great.
Is the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River bringing about our destiny or our disaster?