The high school days seemed like a dream I had, with beauty and sadness, and I woke up quickly.
We met again with traces of love, but what we saw was now standing in the steel forest
Those memories passing through the mountains are like an occasional wind that accidentally becomes the center of a tornado.
You said, Qin Ge, we met too late
I said, it's not an encounter, it's a reunion
So, this is our love song