Mo Yue: I like you, October...
October: Then why let go
Mo Yue: Because I am not qualified to touch you
October: Why
Mo Yue: Because...
October: What? I didn't hear clearly
Because, how could I let my only hope be stained with dirt...
In the end, I still couldn't tell you that I really, really love you...
For dandelions, the wind is the cruelest, because when it leaves, it takes everything away.
There was only one message left, muttering: I have nothing, I really have nothing...
If
The reincarnation of time
Can't cover it up
That cold verdict
Then
just please let me
with the last life
Come and dance with you
finally
The song ends
Two people separated
------The song ends and everyone disperses