The season when perfume lilies bloom...
The falling Eiffel that sleeps forever in my heart...
Days together
Gradually go away, your figure disappears in my life like this
Why?
Obviously there shouldn't be such a result...
I'm glad we're neither friends nor lovers.
You make me feel that I am lucky.
After a hundred years of cultivation, we can cross in the same boat, and after a thousand years of cultivation, we can sleep together on the same pillow.
I think our fate is less than a thousand years old.
I love you, care about you very much, and really can't live without you...
However, you still cannot be the person who loves me.
Once upon a time, we were closely connected...
Now, back to the streets of Paris, the familiar fragrance of flowers and faces...
Back to the weather you and I spent together.