Dream, spanning thousands of years of wind and rain, tied to the offshore boat, staring at the candle, the name on the Sansheng Stone is faintly visible.

Do you remember this?

I've been waiting for you here, but in the end, all I have been waiting for is a burst of melancholy.

Our fate is getting farther and farther away, so far that it is an unreachable distance.

Sad, he propped up his oars and sailed to the distant shore in confusion.

I'm sorry, I'm leaving.

If you are happy, then I wish you well. After all, I can't afford to give you what you want. So, I can only let go and fulfill you.

Thousands of years of wind and rain, looking for and seeking, in exchange for a divine sadness.

The fate destined on the Sansheng Stone is miserable and miserable, and all you get is heartache.

Let our love be buried deep in the silent dream of this three-life stone.

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, nor the distance between me standing in front of you and you not knowing that I love you, but the distance of our love, which you have forgotten, leaving me alone to wait for in my foolishness.

If you missed it, why bother?? It's just fate.

In the past, I always thought that each other was not brave enough; Now, I know that there are two worlds after all.

The distance you have given me is a chasm that I cannot cross; The distance I give you is a trace of the past in your heart.

The love between you and me is too heavy, since this is the case, then choose to give up.

The most beautiful scene of my life is meeting you.

Looking at you quietly in the vast sea of people, strange and familiar.

Even though I breathe the breath of the same sky, I can't hug you.

If you have changed your spatiotemporal identity and name.

I wish I could know your eyes

Where will you be in a thousand years

What kind of scenery is around?

Our story isn't pretty

But it's so hard to forget

Despite breathing the breath of the same sky

But I can't hug you

If you have changed your spatiotemporal identity and name

I wish I could know your eyes

Where will you be in a thousand years

What kind of scenery is around?

Our story isn't pretty

But it's so hard to forget

If we were brave together

Will it end differently

Will you also have a thousand words

Buried in silent dreams

It was night, and the moonlight was unusually bright, pouring on the sparkling lake, and bursts of hazy light mist swelled.

A woman in a moon-white dress stood on a lonely boat, the moon-white stone around her neck glowing softly. A lock of beautiful long hair flutters gently, crescent-like willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes like stars like the moon, a straight nose, jade cheeks are shy, two cherry lips like dripping cherries, the white melon seed face is very beautiful, the delicate skin without the slightest flaw is like crispy snow, the figure is wonderful, and the demure is calm. The woman looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly smiled, and the green silk floated gently with the wind, hiding the tears from the corners of her eyes. On the shore, there stood a man, a pale blue coat that set off his slender figure, shaved eyebrows, a high nose, thin but pursed lips, and a pair of dark eyes that flashed dark green from time to time, and his eyes were slightly misty.

"I'm leaving." The woman turned around and looked at the man with a smile, she looked a little looming in the moonlight.

"Take care all the way." The man clenched his hands and said with difficulty.

"Well, I will. Take good care of him. The woman propped up the oars, and there was a sadness in her eyes.

The man was silent and turned to turn his back to the woman. His head hung down slightly, as if he was holding back something.

"Can you give me a ride with the sound of a flute when I leave? Here, I want to make a beautiful memory. The sound of paddling came softly.

On the surface of the lake where the light mist rises, the familiar sound of the flute fills the ears. The woman smiled, and she waved her hand towards the people on the other side. When I turned around again, I turned my eyes there, and finally showed the most beautiful smile.

Thank you for giving me such good memories.

This time, I was really gone. Truly out of your world. Are you happy? Or sadness?

"Live well." This is the last time I will say to you.