If there is an afterlife, how can I hold your hand?
Three generations of love, every time, you leave before me.
I am not afraid of heaven and earth, and I am not afraid of fate. Why did you choose to let go?
"It was like this in the past, and it is like this now. You choose the world, and I choose you."
I've just looked through thousands of mountains, but where can I see your old face?
I didn't say it, why do you choose for me?
When everything is gone, are you still willing to hold my hand? ?