If one day,
Become strangers to each other,
Don't have to be tangled and don't have to be sad,
All that is lost,
It will return in another way!
Life is morning rise and twilight,
The days are chai rice oil salt,
Try to live every day!
There is no fate in the world,
To meet is fate,
Life comes to an end and takes away fate,
The fate that gradually faded away disappeared
If one day, we become strangers,
Not your fault,
It's not my fault either.
It's that our fate is over,
There is no point in continuing.
We're just being swept away in the river of time.
I return you to the sea of people,
You let me embrace freedom, that's all.
Every feeling in this life is precious and needs to be cared for with heart.
Don't wait for the time to move,
The beginning of the instable regret;
Don't get back to the point of no return,
Only then did I remember that what I wanted most was the past.
So, we want to remind ourselves:
Have the fate we can have,
Cherish the people we should have cherished.
Those who are scattered will eventually forget, and the love that is right will eventually come.
At the end of the fate, holding a Tang poem and Song poem,
Acquaintance, holding hands in the end of the world two pity.
The fate of the word is missing, and the three thousand red dust are no longer in the past.
At the end of the edge, cut a period of red dust flowing years,
Acquaintance, compose a song of Aegean Sea.
The lack of words, sighing the vicissitudes of the years are separated.