Once. Now. Gone by. Never to return.
Amidst crimson leaves. Buried deep. Within dust.
From start to end, nothing has changed.
Drifting beyond the horizon, you, outside the white clouds.
The four lines of lyrics made Zhang Ming's skin crawl; he felt as if he had returned to the heart-wrenching state from last night while reading the script, nearly shedding tears.
Ren He's voice was hoarse as if speaking with a sigh, conveying the greatest regret in the human world, a regret that was beautiful, sparkling, resolute, yet it was like a bronze awl engraved on the heart.
With every beat of your heart, the scars would throb with pain.
You once thought it the happiest thing, yet in a flash, there were no more intersections, as distant as the heavens and the sea.
"The bitter sea churns with love and hate."
"In this world, no one can escape fate."
