A bar, two women, a story of twos and threes.
There is no earth falling apart, seas drying up and rocks smashing, no life-and-death reconciliation, just a crumb of agarwood, sitting quietly in front of the window, telling you a story with Zicheng.
All the things in the world, all the thoughts and all the planning, can't compare to the moment I fell in love with you, knew each other, and stayed together. Even though I didn't meet you in the best years, I hope to spend the rest of my life to warm you and tolerate you. When all the sails have passed and the glory has faded, do you know my sincerity to you.