Yixuan, I went to the place you mentioned. It's so beautiful there...
But I am so sad, because I always feel that it should be the two of us standing there...
Why is this world full of pictures that I don't want to see, from south to north, from the past to the present...
When will my long pain and waiting end, and when will this endless mutual torture stop...
Qianxun thought of the long street that year, with the cold street lights illuminating their young bodies...
She murmured: If life were just like the first time we met...