The first part of "You" has begun
No matter how deep the love is, it can't compare to money, no matter how painful the love is, it can't compare to romance. Three years of getting along day and night, in exchange for a love that should not be blessed, gradually forgetting the encounters in the rain again and again. Three years of beautiful memories have turned into a cup of poison, killing youth.
Gentle breeze and drizzle, constantly swaying, where will it stay...
The rain in the dream is as silky as a dream, especially mixed with the fragrance of apricot blossoms, falling with a little momentum, and the blue umbrella always stays in the memory picture. Do you still remember her, a woman with the gentleness of flowers, the gentleness of rain, and the pride of plum blossoms? Maybe they should not have met, even at that moment, a whistle created a lifetime of pain and irreparable love.
The setting sun was like blood that day, the last smile, happiness or pain...