Maybe, in the next life, I will not be a descendant of Nuwa, not a saint from Beizhao, but just an ordinary girl. I am willing to accompany you to watch the ebb and flow of the tide, sigh and wither the flowers, and I will never let you down again with your eyes that look at me affectionately. I will never again throw away the peace charm you sought for me, and I will never turn away when you are sad again. Or maybe, in the next life, you won't meet me again, and I won't meet you.