Our meeting was such a coincidence, but also so regretful
The teenage wind blew down the leaves and also blew away the haze in my eyes.
The day I met you, the sky was so blue. I was still young and didn't understand what youth was.
The day I gave up on you, the sky was as blue as before. Everything around me was different except for you. I understood everything, everything, wishful thinking, my wishful thinking.
I like you so much, I can only like you
The glass of wine in your hand is a toast to the past, to us, to tomorrow, to you and me.
You are Hu Yang, the Populus euphratica in my heart
And I just want to be the yellow sand, the yellow sand sweeping the sky
We are on different paths and we are at the crossroads. Let's go forward and don't look back.
I'm afraid that if I look back at you, I won't be able to let you go again.
I wish we all get what we want and the future will be bright and brilliant
Intention: commemoration. I don't know if it means something to me.