How do you remember me, with a smile or in silence? Is there anyone who can make you not lonely over the years?
Why should you please Cangliu and devote your whole life to tenderness?
Her indifference, her enthusiasm.
Her indifference, her recovery.
Goodbye, the past across the sea.
Love again, the relief of the past.
You say. . .
Later. . .
Where is the beauty? She is sitting alone.