If one day I meet you again in this big city, I don't want to cry or smile, I just pass you by quietly like this, how nice it is. Once when I was young, I was full of beautiful flowers and never knew the sorrow of separation. Now I just stare at my eyes when I want to speak. I chose to leave six years ago, and I choose to come back six years later. If I believe in fate, then I will never enter your circle again. The mountains don't know the sorrow of separation, but they stare at the water. The moon doesn't know the worries, but bows its head for the sun. The day I saw you, the sun was warm and the water was gentle. It seemed that all the days would unfold beautifully, but it was just so willing that I couldn't speak.
Time is too far apart, years pass too quickly, fate is a strange circle, and we have no way to escape or abandon it. I still love you, but I would rather go away. I no longer want to think of the afternoon with you, I don't want to walk that tree-lined road, I don't want to go to that library again, I don't want to start over again, maybe it's better for us to be indebted to each other than to say nothing to each other. Oaths are too frivolous, and appearance is easy to change, especially when I made a wish that the time would be peaceful and peaceful, but the years would always change secretly, the strings and instruments would become mute, and this peaceful music could no longer play the stable and peaceful years of the past. I want to use 100,000 words to tell a story about a lost and found love.
The willows are green, the moonlight is getting better, and the peach garden is full of youth and darkness, and it also expresses a few sorrows. The water on the small bridge is rushing, the painting is light and the ink is thick, the spring breeze is a few shades, and the sound of cuckoos is exchanged.