The Flowers Blooming on the Street Slowly Return

Others say my separation is leaving, you say my separation is prosperity. With you, I never care what others think. How are you doing with the young man who promised to grow old seriously together? Seven years is enough time for a girl in a foreign land to grow up and be worthy of wearing a long black dress. The seven-year itch, if we don't see each other for seven years, will there be a miracle in the strange relationship? Night after night, tossing and turning, dreaming, but unable to press that button, afraid to listen to that voice. You can't forget someone in seven years, and you probably won't be able to forget it in a lifetime. … One year later— The man said: "The flowers bloom on Moshang and slowly return. You have been running away for seven years and it will take you a lifetime to make up for me."