Leng Yue later understood that if you love each other, you will grow old together, and if you miss each other, you will be well. This is the best form of love.
It's not like now, having to stand in a humble corner, feeling anxious all day long between watching and resenting. From holding hands with the setting sun at the beginning to being cautious now that it is riddled with holes, what kind of changes have it gone through. Fortunately, there is still the name of hatred, but after all, it is no match for my love for you. Maybe he remembers, maybe he doesn't remember, in the lush years, who took the fleeting time and messed up his life.