It's been a long time, Jiangnan.
Looking back, Jiangnan used your passionate rain to nourish my old soul again. When all the wanderings have become memories and all the dreams have withered, Jiangnan, do you still remember?
When you look back and smile, you won't know that the young man in white behind the colorful scene will be intoxicated for a thousand years.
It was the distant sound of boats that made me dream. I can't remember which direction it came from. I just felt that it was too far away, too far away, as if it was coming from the past life...
You are gone after all.
After all, I was just a young man back then. I could see the two lines of tears you shed, but how could I guess your heart?
Jiangnan, I am too late after all, too late...
A moment is the same as a thousand years. If it is too late, everything will suddenly become yesterday and fade into memory... I have been looking forward to this thousand years day and night. Although I know that I can't get anything back, the pear blossoms and spring rains in the south of the Yangtze River always come as scheduled. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River dilutes the past in the north and the wind of the youth, but it cannot dilute your face.
It has been a thousand years, and I have thought about erasing you from my memory, but apart from you, apart from those thousand years of missing you, what else is left for me.