Time is a clock that walks lonely
tick tick tick
Qingqiong's footsteps
resounding tactfully
This season's dream
The direction of the heart
deviated
Escaped
disappeared
annihilated
Turns out, it's me
lose yourself in
that summer afternoon
Confusion may be a characteristic of this age.
I thought I had seen clearly and held on tight, so I rushed forward desperately, with a bloody head, gritting my teeth and not crying, thinking that everything would be fine if I was strong.
However, the memory of the train returning along the way was that it was a journey through thousands of mountains and a vast expanse of sight.
When the smile is already fake...
When the oath has become a burden...
When memories have faded into dust...
After all these years, are you still you and am I still me?