Find a song, the lyrics at the beginning are, you love to let go of my hand and comment on my future, which touches my deepest dream.

Passers-by (original song: Jiang Tao lyrics: Shen Qing)

You must open my hand.

My future touches my deepest dream.

You like answering my questions.

Talk about the world of mortals

It's confusing.

You like listening to my humming pop songs.

You said this before.

Then stumble on your own path.

You like to tell interesting stories with three religions and nine streams.

But never mention anything about yourself.

Your appearance is kind, your heart is strong and protective.

You said love was nothing.

Every woman will have this time.

Afraid of being at a loss

What do you mean by wealth?

Gradually you will understand that you have lost a lot.

You often ask what great expectations are.

You often lament how many bosom friends there are.

What can we catch?

What? We should miss it.

You like to open my hand.

My future touches my deepest dream.

You like to laugh at my vulnerability.

Talk about vows of eternal love

Loving you is always empty.

You like to hum my pop songs.

Say you had such a dream.

Then stumble on your own path.

You like talking about the impermanence of marriage.

But never mention anything about yourself.

Your appearance is kind, your heart is strong and protective.

You said love was nothing.

Every woman will have this time.

Afraid of being at a loss

What do you mean by wealth?

Gradually you will understand that you have lost a lot.

You often ask what great expectations are.

You often lament how many bosom friends there are.

What can we catch?

What? We should miss it.

What do you mean by happiness?

Home is just a hidden lonely nest.

What day do you think tomorrow is?

Open your hand and let me touch it for you.

You must open my hand.

My future touches my deepest dream.

But you never say.

About your past, your story

Why do you walk by endlessly?

Hmm. . . . . . Alas!