2. The happiness of holding hands is the temperature given by your palm, and the regret of passing by is the indifference given when I turn around. This familiar and unfamiliar city is intertwined with your feelings, waiting for your return.
3. Never hold hands, but really have it; Never met, but remember it in my heart. Those unspeakable words, if someone understands them, are happiness; Those unspeakable meanings, if anyone knows, are also companionship.