As quietly as I came, I left; as quietly as I came, I left. Quietness is the farewell to the Shengxiao, silence is the farewell to the Cambridge. The water flowing through it, twisting and turning, is the Gillian of my childhood.
There was a butterfly that flew out of my eyes that day. It must be you. It is you, and you will go far away. No one will stay with me forever. On the road of growing up, I finally understand it until now.
You flew out of my eyes and out of my window. Flying over the reflection of the waves on the lake, flying over the passing time.
Missing you become the wind, blowing your gentle hair. At the age when we met, our eyes were easily red and our hearts were easily softened. When the flowers are blooming, wherever you are is home.
There is a love that is regretless, pure and spotless. Behind the lights of thousands of houses, intertwined fates and ever-changing love, are you still there on the other side?