Love is always the theme of the story,
After the baptism of time,
The right and wrong of the past have long since disappeared.
Countless encounters, countless passes by,
We don't know each other, and we have no tears.
The things at that time, the people at that time,
Some have long been forgotten,
Some miss you crazily.
When we meet again,
It's joy, it's sadness, it's gathering, it's separation,
It is a destiny, an arrangement of fate,
Or...