Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy date. Farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.
Three thousand worlds are all strangled, waiting for me to hand over the mountains and rivers to please you.
I knew earlier that we were bound to reach a dead end.
I just never thought that this day would come so quickly, and I was even caught off guard.
His accommodation, my stubbornness.
His gentleness, my stubbornness.
His soft words, my willfulness and unreasonableness.
In the past, he often surrounded me in his arms, saying slightly angrily but fondly: Changhuan, Changhuan, if you continue to be so willful, I will lose you one day.
I always smile smugly. You won't. Mo Xichao. Mo Xichao. You can't bear it.
He smiled helplessly. I stretched out my index finger and scratched my small nose. Long happy. You are such a little rascal.
He won't. He won't leave me behind.
Mo Xichao. You can't bear it.
I'm so confident. Be so stubbornly convinced.
Mo Xichao. Mo Xichao.
If so. If so. Hehe.