However, the vicissitudes of life have changed in just a few years, and you are no longer you. I am not me.
Only memories remain, so clear.
There was once a song that sang like this
The remaining red color is lost in the sunset with the floating clouds
Lover, why can't I cross the Magpie Bridge?
The butterfly flew away with the light
This song is left behind to comfort the loneliness in this world