He thought,
He will never fall in love with anyone else in this life
But he found someone knocking on the locked door of his heart
Say: "I'll help you"
He thought,
The past will be scattered with the wind in those fragmented memories
Mottled and no longer intertwined
But I saw the same person in my memory appear
Tell him "I love you"
past, present, future
How to choose, how to determine
"An Cheng, I will never let go in this life."
"An Cheng, thank you for liking me."
. . . .
. . . .
"An Cheng, this time, will you choose left or right?"