When we meet again, we bring up old things again, whether we shed tears of sadness or surprise.
Things are different, people are different, the mountains are long and the water is wide, I think about everything I touch.
He only remembered her high spirits standing on the podium
She only remembered his wanton arrogance standing on the podium.
Under the abyss, who pulls whom up from it?
The stories keep coming, and sparks can fly when we meet again.
Intention: youth