Water knows the tears of fish, but who knows the tears of water.
Should I let go, or should I hold on tight and not let go.
It's not that I gave up on myself, it was you who gave up first and forced me to death first.
And the most beautiful scene in my three lifetimes was the day I met you. You were sitting on the bow of the boat in fluttering white clothes, playing the piano softly. That was the first and only time I saw your smile.
When you are surrounded by weak water, I still torture myself with the same things again and again, just to find a perfect ending.
When can you forget her, and can you accompany me to watch the grand fireworks you promised me back then.
Ah Li, do you know what it feels like to miss someone, it's like drinking a glass of ice-cold water, which takes a long, long time to turn into drops of hot tears.
Ah Li, do you know what it feels like to desperately want to forget someone? It's like appreciating a kind of cruel beauty, telling yourself to face it with strength in a voice that gets smaller and smaller.
The day you chose her to give up on me,
On the day you hurt me for her,
On the day when your sword pierced my heart,
On the day when you turned around and left, leaving behind a dim back,
My grandeur has long since gone to the bottom of the abyss and will perish forever.