Lyrical version of life and death, I am not obsessed with it, but I get a chance to be reborn somewhere. She was in her prime, why did she give up her life so easily? Those who love me and hate me will gradually forget me. Should we follow her path and find a new exit for ourselves? Leaving behind one mystery after another, she walked away alone. Is there no more nostalgia in this world? Then, give it all to me, and I will cherish it for you. I prayed under the stars and moon that I would live a better life this time. Want, love, warmth, and hope everywhere.
------------------------------------- The vulgar version: Overnight, she transformed from a wealthy daughter to a small family's jasper, and from a white swan to an ugly duckling. Take off Versace and put on Giordano; miss Hilton, occasionally McDonald's; say goodbye to B. M. W, squeeze the bus in the morning and evening; Lanco is useless, Dabao is seen every day. Which one is more lively and unrestrained, or the lower-class people are happier? Whose life is clear to whom. Since there is no fate in this life, then it will be better in the next life. As long as - I remember who you are.