Those things, including the year when I met Cheng Shiling, remain in my mind, blown by the wind and growing weeds.
My memory adds a monologue to each of them,
Only the year I met Cheng Shiling,
It wasn't until 25 years later that the two were reunited by fate.
"Chao Yang, this time, I hope our story will become a love story engraved in your heart, rather than a stinging gravel grown wildly by weeds."