(The "I" here refers to the protagonist Liang Yi, and "you" refers to the protagonist's object Ling Xuan)
I once believed that I would depend on you for life and death. But——
That time, I was lost at the crossroads; that time, I wandered at the crossroads; that time, I watched your figure walking by on a familiar street, followed by a person beside you——
That person with a good figure is not me! That person with good hair is not me! That person with good looks is not me!
You have left me, and it seems that I should leave you too. But why? Do I have to wander again and search in vain?
I clearly know that I can't find you, but why? Is it a strange feeling and impulse? Is it a habit?
The tears you left behind fell by the lake, fell to the bottom of the tree, and fell on the petals. Crystal white droplets were formed, which were blown by the wind and turned into tiny traces of rain.
Crossing the horizon, forming a star trail...