生活是种律动，须有光有影，有左有右，有晴有雨，滋味就含在这变而不猛的曲折里。
I use your footprint, weave countless ancient clues, every clue, hiding in waiting for the blossom.
The furthest distance in the world. Is not being apart while being in love. But when plainly cannot resist the yearning. Yet pretending you have never been in my heart.
