Zhou Cheng, listen.
You don't belong here to begin with, let alone stay here for me.
You have to look up.
To grow towards the white clouds, towards the blazing sun and light
To soar in the wind, to grow without restraint.
You never look back.
If you can, remember to take me with you.
If it really doesn't work, then just go ahead:
May your journey be safe, all bridges strong, all tunnels bright, and the blazing sun accompanying you for thousands of miles day and night.
He will still be my young man when he returns.
Intention: Loving means letting go