The Qingming rain once again filled the stone tombs in my hometown, and the weeping willows curled gently.
If there is no beginning in the memory, will fate be open to the pursuit of misty feelings?
I am willing to forgive and accept your love across hate and hurt.
In this way, there is no need to wait, no need to bury it deeply, and you can enjoy all the joys and sorrows.
When the finale plays, I can still hold my hands and see the green mountains as if in a dream, and the flowing water.