As soon as she said goodbye, her star slowly fell in the wind. The origin and end of fate, her love and hate, her obsession and resentment, in the end, only a close friend lingers in the clouds, and a beautiful thing flows with the water. I only wish that her life in the next life will have a warm background and no longer have the sadness of yesterday. I only wish that her love can put aside sorrow and desolation, and remain as charming as the first time we met.