That year, the sky was still blue,
Every windy night,
I will still look up and look at the stars;
That year, although I often felt lonely,
But there are still tears in my eyes,
I still don't understand that there are autumn flowers falling;
That year, butterflies will still fly across my eyes,
Every sunset in the wilderness,
I will still look at all the splendor from afar;
That year, I was still attached to this world...
The destined parting is like the dew in the morning, calm and beautiful. Rather than saying love is fate, it is better to say it is a coincidence that leaves happy memories. That coincidence caused purple clouds to flash across the evening clouds.