It's not you, it's music, it's movies, it's the moon, it's the stars, it's the other strong me that accompany me through countless depressing moments.
At that time, we all liked to use the words finally, just like we finally had a holiday, finally graduated, finally left here, as if any farewell was like a kind of relief, and finally we found that those self righteous relief burdens were the things that people missed. Nothing will wait for you, just like all the end of the song and go their separate ways. In the end, it's a pity not to be separated, but not to say good-bye. We lost to the reality in the end.