In the past life and this life, you and I have always been destined to be together. We no longer know each other in this life, why do I still fall in love with you at first sight? Is it God's will, or am I supposed to suffer this. On the Qingming Festival, you stood by the river with flying catkins, nodding and smiling at me. The white catkins were flying on your green dress, and the soft willow branches had just sprouted. I stood on the bridge and watched your every frown. It was so familiar and so heartbreaking. I knew that I was probably going to be doomed.