Whose eyes have you become? You pass by countless strangers, who remains in your memory?
What is fate? I came from afar, and then I met you, held hands, grew up together, and stayed together sweetly? But I will eventually go back, what will happen to us next? Will they finally let go of each other's hands and hold hands with the next one again?
Can love be replaced after all? What we couldn't give each other, others gave it to us, so we joined hands for a lifetime. Even if love is lacking, the bottom line in my heart will comfort me and say: Let it go, once you have loved it, there will be family affection to fill it in the future. Our relationship was eventually replaced. What is between us?
I loved it, but in the end I could only take it, couldn't hold it, and let it go.