After summer comes autumn, and after autumn comes winter. Where will we be this time next year?
And that year, we loved deeply, we finally missed it, and in the future we fell into the human river...
Si Nuannuan, I want you to tell me, when can I sit with you on the roof of the seventh floor, blowing the warm summer wind, drinking wine and watching the stars? I am willing to become a drunken fool from a scholar, because I will melt in front of you.
Xia Luo, this is the last time I say goodbye to you. I hope you won't be sad. I hope we can meet again one day and pass through the sea of people. It turns out you are here too.