C870 If I Had Money

"Circles traced like fingerprints, imprinted on my lips. The bitter memory of a kiss, like roots of a tree... The lush growth of spring and fall obscures the twilight. On a cold night, I'm left alone, waiting for dawn... Time's most venomous grudge is having fate without a bond. It's a shame you never cared for my foolishness..."

When Hua Xiangxue began to sing