If we exchange a lifetime for our first encounter, I hope that when we "meet" again for the first time, we will be our perfect selves.
Jiang Mu, it turns out that time really changes everything. If we were not born into such a family, we would not have such a result. When you walked to the rooftop with the phone in hand, you fell silent. Then you said to me, I'm sorry. The clouds were burned pink. I finally shed tears about the reunion on the other end of the phone.
Suddenly looking back, the lights dimmed, and you said I had changed. Become tolerant and ruthless.
Jiang Mu, live well, for you and for me.