Who in the Clouds Sent Me a Brocade Book?

I like you, Ye Jinshu. Seven years ago, Bai Yunzhong said this. I miss you, Ye Jinshu. Seven years ago, Bai Yunzhong said this. You never want to leave me, Ye Jinshu. Seven years ago, Bai Yunzhong said this. Sorry, Ye Jinshu. Seven years ago, Bai Yunzhong said this. Just let her forget me. Seven years ago, Bai Yunzhong said this. One seven years, one separation. Seven years later, on the Champs Elysees, her hair brushed against the shirt buttons on his chest and brushed against his seven years of heartache. Her fragrance was as intoxicating as the first time we met seven years ago. Ye Jinshu, I must hold on to you. But I have already forgotten you.