Time is long, time is silent!

in that fast food restaurant, Chen Yang and song Lingshan have finished their meal, and then they drink juice leisurely.

there's music in the fast food restaurant.

how much youth is left in my hands

how much pain is left in my missing

how many times are left in my mind

the occasionally cleaned comb

leaves the lines of time

your world hopes to be good

when I think of your smile

has no intention of Rereading the love letter

of that year, the time is long, the youth is getting old

can't go back to that period of mutual knowledge, the beautiful

is...