When we were children, we couldn't express our feelings with words, but when we grow up, we don't mean what we say. The real parting is not the water of Peach Blossom Pond or the ancient road of Changting. It's just that on the same sunny morning, someone left behind yesterday. This world is full of traffic, just remember me for a little longer. If I lose you next time, how about you forget me again...
Intention: If I lose you again next time, will you forget me again...
