When We're Together

I thought I'd always be by your side, smiling

But it turns out I knew so little about fate

In my dreams, gardenias from those days still bloom

But where have our former selves gone?

Fu Chengjin took a neatly folded white handkerchief from his pocket and dipped it in the river. He drew Chuchu close and gently wiped the tears from her face. Then he placed her little hands in the clear water and softly washed them. The river rippled faintly, yet made not a sound, as if afraid to disturb this tender moment.