Sitting at the floor-to-ceiling window watching the dimly lit cars passing by
A clean and luxurious night with the smell of perfume
The light mist floating on the water on the table reminded Qin Yuyan of the quiet river under the bridge in that small town.
That small town with the fragrance of sycamore flowers had the boy she had loved for the entire past.
My gentleness and patience were worn away bit by bit by your deception, betrayal and indifference.
Time says you lied to me
White gauze skirt and lily, the groom is not you