He looked sad, you are the 89th key of the piano, a distance I can never touch.
She sneered, you are just the twelfth note in my spring. But I dreamed of playing a perfect song.
He asked, how long is spring...
She replied, the first time I compromised on love, I lost my child, the second time I compromised on love, I lost my memory. How many degrees does spring have? If I am not the most beautiful city, I will never feel sad even if I fall into a dream...
After all, she has been running away...
For love or atonement, he will always have to be with her until the end of time...