That year, the peach blossoms were beautiful and fragrant, but I don't know where my old friend is. We cried and made trouble, and it was difficult to see him again. We will definitely forget him.
Now I fell into the flower forest again, like a dream.
If I could truly give up, I should have forgotten.
For Shang Yi, that time was as gentle as water, flowing quietly in his heart.
Goodbye, maybe it will be another story.