Purple bamboo forest, green bamboo house, bluestone tomb, for whom are you waiting in a white shirt...
Who has tied up whose time, who has admired whose time?
If life were just like the first time we met, would there not be so many regrets? If life were just like the first time we met, would there not be so many regrets? If life were just like the first time we met, would there not be so much helplessness? But,,,,, if life is really just like the first time we met, then how can we remember, think about, and think about it so deeply...
After you leave, who else will Xiao Qingyu rely on, and who else will let Xiao Qingyu be willful? You said you would look at the vastness of the sky and the earth side by side with me, and enjoy the lonely fireworks of that life, but Qingyu is still here, where are you?
Looking back is only because of his turning around, and meeting each other is only due to fate.
The fate has been sealed, and the calamity has come.
Ask who has ever regretted it? Meeting without regrets, meeting without regrets, knowing each other without regrets, falling in love with no regrets. What I regret is that I never said those words. If we could turn back time, go back to the time before we met and knew each other, and go back to the time before the blood-stained frost forest, then wouldn't even the tears be desolate...