It Should Be a Drunken World

The most tenderness of bowing one's head is destined to pursue tirelessly in the next life; The most palpitation in my heart is that it makes me turn over thousands of mountains and rivers, and the heavy longing for lovesickness; The flicker of the blink of an eye turned into the worry of not wanting to let go... Do you know that the fate of the past life has ended in this life, the lover in the previous life, the passerby in this life, and looked back five hundred times in exchange for passing by?