If I sing a song here,
Dear people,
Don't be surprised by the broken whisper.
This is indeed mine,
The song that flows from my heart.
We first met when we were thirteen, and now we are thirty. Seventeen years, Ling Wu becomes confused when he thinks of this number. It turns out that it has been so long.
Too much time has passed and everything has become negative. The intimacy that was warm in the palm of my hand at first, as time goes by, makes people doubt whether it really existed.
The fingers that I used to hold tightly when I was alone, and the fingers that intertwined when I held hands. Your voice came through the phone when I was lonely, and I saw your tears in my eyes on the stage.
On a certain day and at a certain moment in the airport, both people could sense that they were each other, but they still passed each other. At that time, Ling Wu felt sad that the gap was too big and could no longer be crossed.
Ling Wu didn't believe in fate, but in the end he was grateful. No matter how complicated the emotional entanglement has been for many years, it has never ended between us.
If I sing a song right now,
My dearest,
I hope you understand,
I don't want you to understand.
Who wants to believe that a broken mirror will never be perfected?
I want to see your first smile.