Since parting, every time I think about it, my heart still hurts.
Because of a person, fall in love with a city.
The afterglow of the setting sun envelops the lake, and the plain white smoke stains a hint of tenderness.
I still remember that year, on the riverbank, playing freely.
Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze, and people don't know where to find them.
The scenery is still the original scenery, and the scenery has disappeared without a trace.
What remains is a person's loneliness.
Occasionally you think of me, of the past.
I hope you remember, and I want you to forget.
The past that could not go back, like a movie, was repeated before my eyes.
Leave the sorrow, in the heart.
Perhaps, the best blessing is not to bother.
Having gone far, the dashing farewell is used as a memorial to yesterday.
Although they have not been able to stay together, their affection is eternal. May it be fulfilled, for what you expect.