I am willing to use the infatuation of this life in exchange for you to look at me in the next life. I am willing to use the company of this life in exchange for you to smile at me in the next life. I am willing to use the longing of this life... In exchange for not meeting you in the next life.
If there is an afterlife, it will turn into a gust of wind
No sentimental feelings, no passionate eyes
I'm lonely, I'm going on a long journey alone
Take away all the thoughts
If there is an afterlife, if...
The work is inspired by Sanmao's poem "Written to Myself"
PS: Please forgive me if some aspects such as geographical expertise are not in place.
Concept: Secret love is both a beautiful and painful thing
