Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking or forgetting.
It is expected that every year the heart will be broken, the moonlit night, the tears on the pillow, the person in the dream.
Ten years ago, I had many, many things that I wanted to say to you, but I never said them.
Ten years later, thousands of words were condensed into two words, and I finally squeezed them out.
Those unspoken words at the beginning turned into longings and melted into blood and tears;
Now, the words I finally said became a gust of wind, blowing away in my dreams at night.
Reluctantly, I finally understood what it meant to say "two sentences are obtained in three years, but one chant brings tears to my eyes".
What's more, ten years...