This love in youth is gentle yet violent, grand yet fragile.
You thought you were a warm light like stars, but it turned out to be a raging fire like a prairie fire, and no one was spared in the end.
What I once thought was a real possession turned out to be just a long-lasting beautiful illusion.
Here you and I are drunk, dreaming, loving and hating.
They love each other so much, but they still hurt each other and betray each other;
I don't want to separate so much, but still go our separate ways and fly away;
He rubs the one he loves into his heart like that, and in the end, his whereabouts are unknown and he turns into smoke.
Time is so powerful, intertwining youth and drifting away, making what we are obsessed with and obsessed with become strange and distant.
The years pass through the growth rings of you and me quietly, leaving indelible marks.
But it can't resist the erosion of bones and the passage of time. People are not replaced by things.
Even if we once tortured each other and now we no longer love each other, can we still treat each other gently from now on...