I thought I would have a good impression these years, but I didn't know that this good impression was caused by years.
You and I are both young and full of regrets. Spring breeze blows willows, lovesickness blows stars.
However, although my body does not have wings like a bright phoenix, my heart is not connected.
This feeling is hard to send, hard to send.
The saddest thing in the world is to send you a thousand miles away.
The mountains leveled off and everything was ready. After all, the matchmaker married a woman.
The world is very long, for decades, and day and night are similar.
The world is short when it is short. It was summer when we met and winter when we left.
Sometimes we miss each other, sometimes we meet a fork in the road, and sometimes it's too late.
Too late to greet, too late to send, too late to grow old with you in this life.
What is love, three meals a day, every morning and evening, beautiful scenery, marry you.
-Gao Xiaopan's "Little Mister"