Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must head to the top of the hill when they die, so how can we forget about this? How can I forget it day and night?
He said: The day I turn around again is the day we meet.
I have a past that I can't forget. I have to turn around and find the past or face the future. The back view you give me is leaving or hope.
In the past life, everyone looked for each other, and the thoughts were buried under the tree. The sprouts reduced the thoughts, and finally no longer lingered.
When I see you again, I will never recognize you again.