I dusted off my clothes with tears and said goodbye to each other. I don't know how many farewells there are in the crowd.
Sighing about right and wrong, right and wrong has passed, and suddenly looking back, things have changed and people have changed, and tears flow down my face.
The cool breeze drenched the dream, and there were tears in it. It was a bit helpless, but it didn't mean that the love was hurting and the person left.
I have suffered the wounds from my previous life, so why not come back?
When I turn around, I can't help but remember what happened in the past. Now that I have to do it all over again, I don't care how many traces of tears I have shed in my previous life.
Coming from the blue world, I don't think about the past, but look forward to the glory.
After leaving the previous world, I have no desire to return to others, but from this life, I only owe you.
You know it's impossible, but you still have to hold on to hope. Waiting is a long and endless thing, but I pursue it hard and stay stubbornly.
After all - it's impossible, it still can't be reversed, don't have any more hope, not at all. If not, you will be like a broken-winged eagle falling from the cliff - you can't even struggle; you can't even groan... Don't have hope, even a little bit... Don't cry, don't wait, what should come back will always come back...