Bright moon.
If I had left with you that day, would it be different now?
You say that I am like the flower on the other side of the river, but you don't know that the flowers and leaves of the flower on the other side never meet, and they are always in contact with each other.
Who does the red that day and place look like?
Among us, who is the flower and who is the leaf?
It's a pity that no matter what you say now, you can't go back to the past.
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