That year, when I was lonely in the rain, you came with an umbrella, and you broke my heart today and every night. That year, at the wedding banquet of the century, before you shed tears for the first time, I truly entered your heart. That year, the girl fell in love, and her lifelong love for you had nothing to do with the wind and the moon. That year, you held others in your arms and smiled like a flower. I walked alone through Babao Street, crawled at the feet of Buddha, and closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, just to wish you peace. That year, you returned in glory and glory, and I could only watch your words and smiles from a place where I couldn't touch you...
Jiang Zhuo: One year, a girl revealed her true feelings to me. Love is at your fingertips. When you are young and don't know why, happiness just passes by. You have been gone for a few years and you will never come back. I only know and remember each other deeply. Many years later, when I stood in front of you, my appearance in the photo was still the same, but my appearance was different. I regretted it, and I have tasted loneliness ever since.
Enke: Over the years, I have been deeply in love with someone, but I can't love him. Longing for lovesickness is heartbreaking, so I stand in the corner, watching alone, not hoping that my beloved will return, but just looking for a breath of yours. I have traveled to many places and seen many beautiful scenery, but I have never been alone, and you already have a wife and children.
If there is no romance, we will meet him again in this life; if there is a romance, how can our hearts become empty in the end? The two are of the same mind but don't know it. They are separated, but they end up in sorrow. It's not that we don't love each other, it's that we are all standing at the wrong time, and a lonely road stretches to both ends...