Jinse has fifty strings for no reason,
One string and one column miss the Chinese years.
You said you would love me forever,
I believe, I am just looking at the sapphire bracelet you gave me and waiting,
Why does it always appear again when I let go, making the dead heart rekindle again?
In the end, I discovered that loving you is far less practical than loving myself. . . .
So, in the previous life, I loved you, in this life, I love myself. . . . .