It's still late at night, the lamps have burned out, the ambiguity has dispersed, and the music and songs are melodious.
Buildings and buildings, the shadows are wandering, like flowers and beautiful families, the beauty is gone.
In the hazy moment, I seemed to see your face, Qinghua, are you here to see me? But I couldn't touch it. It disappeared in an instant, and it was your figure cuddling with others.
Qinghua, I let go. I hope I won't meet you again in the next life. If it is the fate, I will be wiped out in this life, with no more than a wound on my left and right. . .