In my previous life, you were the only warmth in my life, shining brightly like the sun in my gloomy life.
On the Naihe Bridge, I chose the bowl of Meng Po soup. I chose to forget you. If we are destined not to stay together, then let me forget you.
In this life, we have forgotten each other. In the vast sea of people, we have tried hard to follow each other's footsteps. It turns out that even if we forget, I can't forget your warmth.