He is so beautiful that people are put off
I obviously want to get closer but I keep walking further and further away
His burning peach blossom eyes
The corners of his thin lips slightly curved
The meeting of two people
No matter how embarrassed
If it weren't for the love arranged by God
What else could it be
Don't dare to expect too much
joys and sorrows
In the end, the memory that is left is a kind of happiness.