I met him unintentionally, it was God's will, it was a lonely mist.
I thought I didn't believe in love, and the ignorance between me and him was just the ripples caused when the awning boat passed under the covered bridge in March, the apricot blossom tears that wet the ground after the autumn rain, and the silence of the bright moon after the horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone.
When the smoke dissipated and the lonely city closed, leaving only a departing shadow, I realized that I was so happy for you and looking forward to your arrival.
I, Liu Shuangshuang, no longer regret meeting Yan Yu.