The scenery in London is beautiful, but it still doesn't make me forget your face. The sentimentality of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River cannot be exchanged for your true love.
From our green years to married life, we still can't escape emotional entanglements and chase them in circles.
Persistence and fate, deep affection and passion, have made you and me crazy men and women. Destiny controls our hands and weaves a chaotic net that captures our years and love.