Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
Their meeting was fate. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, warblers are flying and grass is growing. By the West Lake, there are willow banks.
They have known each other for a long time, shared similar interests, sympathized with each other, supported each other, and were in the same boat.
Everyone thought that the two of them were made for each other.
See all the joys and sorrows in the world, and experience all the ups and downs in life.
Only then did I realize that feelings are never a matter of whether they are a good match or not, it is just whether they love each other or not.
In this case, I will always be behind you,
Protect you and help you.
As for whether you remember it or not, it doesn't matter.
I am willing to spend my whole life just wishing you well.