The night is as cold as water. The moonlight is melancholy. The cold moon shrouded a faint layer of green light.
It seems that for many nights to come,
It's all very much like the night we first met.
I didn't know that at that time,
How will the man who is independent of the moon and the cold moon change his future——
I didn't know it at that time.
——My heart beats, just for his momentary loneliness that cannot be concealed.
Now - now - I really regret my passion -
That figure came and went easily in her life,
But nothing was left—
Things are different and people are different - things are different and people are different - are these four words the only thing you can give me? !