Born in Xiwei, in a swamp
confused
When I first met you, you raised your eyebrows slightly and had a smile on your lips.
Like the first ray of sunrise as the morning light fades
Shine into my heart
Chen Ximei: I know you
Jiang Zhaochen: Nice to meet you too
From then on, the bamboo horse grows old, and you live in the bottom of my heart.
There is no telling of the years that followed.