Beloved, look far away; where can I leave the person? The shadow of the sail, the cold river; no regrets, the poem is like tears, hundreds and thousands of lines.
It is not until the end of the world that you know the true love in your heart.
It's not until you lose it forever that you understand what love is.
It's always like this.
Xinghua Yiyijun has no hope. The vast sea is separated from sorrow.