There is a kind of distance in the world, which is called the love between fish and birds; there is a kind of forgetfulness in the world, which is called forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the small bridge and the flowing water; the flowers bloom and fall, you come and you go.
I thought I could light up your dark night with my candle, but when the morning light first came through, I saw that what I saw in front of me was not a small piece of darkness, but an iceberg.
I thought that I could get warmth by crossing my left hand with my right hand, but the coldness of my hands made them even colder.
I thought my goodness would make you like me a little more, but the only thing that left me sad was the death of my heart.
Until the end, give it your all and leave without mercy.
The stars have fallen asleep and the stars have fallen asleep.