Talking about men giving money to women.

Hey. Let me see, it's been seven years since I met you.

A lot can happen in seven years.

But today, after a long time, I found that the memory of these years only stayed a few years ago.

It turns out that we are really drifting away.

Painting in spring clothes is fleeting, and it is difficult to pull the east water with long sleeves and good dancing.

You told me that no one will stay or leave for anyone, and everyone is only loyal to their own beliefs.

So, crying is so melodramatic.

Meet each other like a dream, and the autumn wind sighs and tears for half a pool.

I remember. How the fallen flowers spread throughout the summer that year.

Everything will pass. All the reasons that make us hysterical will disappear.

Loved people and distant dreams will soon be replaced.

As long as we are brave enough.