I have always thought that love in the Republic of China was like the sad sighs in "Chrysanthemum Terrace", with romantic encounters, persistent waiting, and being willing to be his/her only one from beginning to end.
He would be as infatuated with her as he was: I have traveled many strange roads in many places and seen mountains and rivers in many places, but I have never had an uncontrollable heartbeat. You are the first one who makes me inconsistent and uncomfortable.
She will miss him like she did: I have never thought about who you are or what a great person you are. You are just the Zhang Zelin I know, the first person to tell me that he likes me, the first person to make my heart beat.
——"Qingqiuyin"