Time is a river without a boat to ferry across
She's over there, piecing the memories together with lies
He was there, letting his memory divide the past.
Time flows eastward, I sit on the river bank for eternity
Laughing at the love-hate entanglement of three thousand prosperous dreams
Sighing a scene of ten years of life and death, a vast eternity
Who answered whose fate?
Who is trudging along the zigzag veins in the palm of your hand?
I only sing one song in my life
Waiting for you to come and make peace after the river is exhausted
gently
If the story could be rewritten
Let me start from the beginning
Those things she loved, he hated, and you waited for forever