All sources of pain begin and end with love, but we are still walking towards the abyss step by step. Who remembers how much we have experienced?
The flame of love can no longer burn slowly in the memory of time, but I still long to hold you and see the forgotten memories of that world. I can't forget it but I can't see your face clearly from beginning to end.
Chenyi, you must promise me. When you look at the sky, please close your clear eyes. You are like a noble swan, but I can only lower my head and silently look at your back and sigh, thinking that your face is clearly reflected in front of my eyes. I owe you so much.
But now I only have one wish, a wish that cannot be said; mine is Mu Chunfeng, and my story and my love slowly revived during that time. . . . . .