You said that the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has become red now
You said that the war and the iron horse are now at peace
You said you promised me a life-long love through the vicissitudes of life
That year, I leaned on the railing and listened to the strings, and we vowed not to talk to each other.
Looking back at that year when I held an umbrella, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was half desolate.
I always thought I wasn't so lucky to just find this person.
I always think that I am looking for the right person in the most right years of my life.
I always thought...
Not everything can be thought of...
The cool sound of the piano lingers in my heart
Suddenly looking back, I am alone in this life