We got to know each other. We spread out. Gather and disperse. Somewhere in the future. At some moment in the past.
Hating you is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only follow each other without separation;
Hating you is like the moon in the river. It is full but still in loss. It is full but still in loss. How long will it take to be reunited?
——Picking mulberry seeds