Guo Siyu recalled the day they parted, it seemed to be a sunny day. Liu Jinzheng stood against the light. The light passed over his thin body at that time, lengthening his shadow and casting it dimly on the ground. Like a long and narrow ink mark that was about to lose its ink, it was heavily imprinted on the tip of her heart.
[In a strange city/in a familiar corner/we have comforted each other/we have also embraced each other and sighed/no matter what kind of ending we will face]
This is the story of two people who once broke up. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and they will meet again.