"Chen Che, how are you?" Actually, I just wanted to say this.
I have liked you for ten years and waited for you for seven years, and now you turn around in front of me, get into that silver car, and drive away like you did seven years ago. I look at you, the pain has been smoothed away by time, will you disappear like this again, disappear without a trace? How hard should I try to keep up with you this time?
Brothers, love, coming back and leaving again, what kind of entanglement is it?