I picked a rose, and there were still water drops on it, but you didn't even look at it.
I often think that when we meet, there is obviously you and me. I fall into your world at a glance, but your world doesn't even let me knock on the door. You always frown at me, you are always sensible but polite, and you clearly reject me even when you are drunk. Kissing you secretly, you know that there is finally a crack in your sanity, but it is also more distant and indifferent. I always thought that as long as I kept smiling at you, chattering around you, and staying by your side, your eyes would stay for me. Indeed, you finally looked at me, but every look was a complete rejection. We have known each other for a year, and this love has gone from a hot one to an end. I can no longer muster the courage to knock on your door. I am going abroad, and I still want to say goodbye one last time. I don't like you anymore, and there will be no more interruptions from Cheng Yao. I wish Tan Xiao a bright future.
Cheng Yao
Intention: If the red thread continues, people who love each other will definitely meet again