The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
For hundreds of years, I just wanted to be in his arms, and from now on I have no regrets;
For hundreds of years, just to see her smile, and never leave her from now on;
For a hundred years, just to be a passer-by in her life, and from then on we have forgotten each other in the world;
For hundreds of years, just to remember him in my heart, and from then on we will look at each other for life;
Love, hate, entanglement in every possible way, but the final outcome is...