I don't belong to you and you don't belong to me. There is a thin layer of oxygen between us.
One day, I stood here and you stood there, and I began to get to know you.
One day, I was running on the road, you were pacing on the path, and you noticed me.
You are like a cup of warm water, passing through your throat, colorless and tasteless.
I like you like this, like a clear Wan Li, which is pleasing to the eye.
You and I, holding hands, are not separated by distance.
We are growing, our hearts are far away, and our thoughts are farther away.
It's not that you have changed, it's not that I have changed, it's just that the gears of time are on us.
Perhaps, when we turn around, the ending of the story changes.
Of course, we hugged. This is not just a story.
I fell in love with this kind of us and felt each other through my heart.
We are synonymous with friendship, the definition of kinship and unique love.
I want to replace it with something without us.
Who wants to be our me and lead us forward,
Use the crutches of the blind to find the traces of walking.
Please remember us, we once had us, who made us each other.
Are we-are we okay?
There are countless roads on the stone bridge.
When we passed by, how many people stepped on the morning sun and the afterglow,
Go the way we walked.
We, only know that the day we left, remembered us again.
One day, maybe of course.
I still have us, not us.
Maybe this is what we are now.