In the lonely watch, I met the tourist who was passing by on horseback, and the most beautiful scenery in my life began. You and I are destined to meet each other, but not to stay together. In this lonely world, we are just passers-by in each other's lives, not returnees. I am your passer-by, but you are her returnee. It's not that we are not compatible enough, it's not that we don't love each other enough, it's just that we met too late. You are married, I am not married, and all that is left for us in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is separation.