There Was a Breeze Blowing Across My Face (Qing Chuan Ba ​​Ye)

Lost love Self after rebirth The only thing you can't give up is the one thing you can't give up on, or the result you can't give up no matter what. Can the storm between us turn into clouds in the sky at the last moment? What kind of past can we reject such attachment? What kind of expression can break through the sadness of the past? Is it your eyes or my smile? Who can't let go? Who has to let go? When you close your eyes After all, there was still a breeze blowing on my face