"Would it be my luck or misfortune to meet you? If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be so painful or humble, and I wouldn't be able to forget you in the days to come."
"Yan Chen, have you ever understood me? Do you understand me?" "You said you would never abandon me."
"Does a fool like you need to understand? Do you need to understand?"
Your breath remains in the breeze, your figure is blurred in the shade of the trees, and the memory will never be erased by the vicissitudes of life.