Domestic seedlings:
I thought that I would never have to see each other again, so I could cut off my thoughts, but it reappeared in my dream;
I thought that if I couldn't fall in love, the pain would be invisible, but I always remembered your words over and over again.
It turns out that those fragments of your memory have the words of love written on them.
Fate does not let us believe that we are just ordinary old friends; separation is not a relief. You occupy too much space in my memory. Others cannot enter my world. They cannot, cannot, and I don't want to.
Bo Liang:
It was you who broke into my world first and said you liked me unscrupulously. Why, when you messed everything up, you walked away and said we could never do it. Why, you always put other people's affairs between us. Could it be that I can never be the first in your heart? Baby, do you think I will let you go? Humph, I don't even want to let myself go. Be it pain or torture, if you want pain, let us suffer together; if we want torture, let us torture each other!