I still don't know whether our meeting was fate or destiny.
My cherished boy, the person I respect, if God finally wants me to choose one, what should I do?
The sky is slightly blue, green plums are boiling in wine, and red flowers are covering the body.
If we hadn't met at the beginning, wouldn't everything later have happened?
Flowers fly, jade breaks, spring goes and autumn comes.
I am always waiting for you to come back in these thousands of flowers.
I always wanted to tell you that I have never regretted meeting you.
Just because the person I met in the vast sea of people was you.