After all, love is a good medicine.
Whether it's the ambiguous scene wandering in Shanghai at night or the treacherous waves flowing in Wuyang City, they can't compare to three words, I love you.
If there is an afterlife, Ah Shu, I will still identify with you.
If I only have this life and family promise, I would rather let it go.
Wrapped in scarlet clothes, I still remember a dream about the passing of yellow beams.
Scattered beans and broken silk, desolate and desolate, why worry and forget worries.