"Memories are like moonlight that cannot be grasped and turn into darkness if you hold on to them
Wait for the false silhouette to disappear in the clear sky
The sun is flowing on the body
When all karma is forgiven..."
I have listened to this song by Eason Chan hundreds of times. Different songs always represent different people, different experiences, and different lives.
I often immerse myself in this soothing melody and the emotional voice, my eyes are misty with tears and my mind is exhausted, but I don't feel it is hurt. When a habit becomes a habit, it becomes a natural expression, but a kind of enjoyment.
Since ancient times, heroes have had difficult relationships, so why not women? Love is like a scale, which is equal to everyone alive. The difference is that the weights at both ends are added by us independently, and I - young and naive, let me act as a "lamb to be punished."
From the cold and frosty reserve to the silly eagerness, until the heart is full of joy and the trembling clearness is left, I can really see his appearance - like a wolf...