Begonia flower blooming season,
Bright red dots,
I traveled through thousands of years,
Came to your side accidentally,
Your ice blue eyes,
but covered by hatred,
Ignore my existence,
And I have already closed my heart.
The two strangers were entangled by the tricks of time and space.
A flood disaster, tightening hands,
He didn't want to let go after all,
In the dark forest, she has no memory,
falling teardrops,
Finally opened his heart,
It turns out that happiness is always around you,
The moment when memories come flooding back,
She resolutely chose to leave,
Past history does not allow her existence,
No memory of the time when the flute was blown,
The happiness of the past is in his mind,
Turned into bits and pieces,
passing by,
Leave indifferently,
Tears finally spread silently,
Sometimes,
Forgetting is a kind of happiness,
Memories are a kind of sadness,
I finally traveled through another thousand years,
Back in my time,
What I brought back was only sadness and helplessness...
Dare I ask where the dust is flying? But it is a road to the end of the world. A heartbroken person has nowhere to go!