She said, "I hate myself."
He said, "Tennis is who I am."
Youth passes quickly, and the years are fleeting.
Later, she said, "People are fickle, always chasing the new and never satisfied."
He said, "I’m actually very greedy. I wish I could split myself into three: one to love my parents, one to love tennis, and one to love you."
The mortal world rolls on, and the road stretches endlessly ahead.
At last, she turned back.
She said, "You have to keep believing."
Year after year, hair wound tightly around time.
She worked hard to become a person of pure heart.
He had always been a person of pure heart.
The water flowed gently, carrying on through a lifetime.
Xiaoyou, you are lying. It is not a tragedy, but it is not HE either.