Whose fingertips are entangled in whose hair, whose tears moisten whose time, whose longing awakens whose dream, whose sadness crushes whose youth...
Am I wrong, am I wrong about time and space, or am I wrong about meeting you? Was I wrong? Was it my fault that I met you, or was my fault that I continued to miss you tirelessly?
If you love, please love hard. After today, after this time, you and I no longer know where we are...
Human life is so short. If I accidentally lose you in this life, I will forget you in the next life...
Love me, while you can still love; love me, if there is no fate in the next life. Please don't leave any regrets in this life.