She seems to have got everything, but also seems to have nothing in her hands. In this deep place, she blooms wantonly
Where is the way home?
"I just want to find a good man to accompany me to see the world."
"Blow a pool of spring water, what do you want me to do?"
"Hold your hand and grow old together with me." He looked at her.
"No, hold your hand and talk to Zicheng." She no longer looked at him
We can't grow old together, because you are still you and I am still me. As long as all this remains unchanged, we are destined to only "talk to Zicheng"