Is an encounter premeditated? Who was wrong to break everything up again? The way I choose, you can hear the echo of the heart. I say love, which is the whole picture of the scenery receding, filled with the wind of yesterday and the dream of the year before last. Do you believe that I was willing to give you the whole world, but later, I just wanted to stay away from your world. The shadow of the setting sun reflects through the glass window, and the lines on the palm of your hand are destined to turn your back to the sun into nothingness.