He was once afraid that 7 years ago, he lost his treasure; 7 years later, he found his treasure. Only he knew the countless twists and turns during the process. No matter how full the moon was, it could never fill his loneliness in the middle of the night; no matter how bright the moon was, it could never replace her bright and flowery smile.
He once regretted that 7 years ago, if he could firmly hold hands with her, he would not have to lick his wounds for countless days and nights in the future; if he could make her promise, he would not have to pass by her warmth.
Every night is gone, now that it has passed, why bother remembering it.
Yingying has turned into pearls, and the ending is known, so there is no need to mourn.