100 years later, who still hates who loves…
Suppose one day I am no longer in this world, people who hate me, love me, how will they change? Suppose one day, when I die… People who hate me, they’ll dance… My lover, they will cry like rain… Day 2 is over… My body will be buried underground… People who hate me, see my grave, they just smile and walk away… My lover, dare not look back, not even…