The Old Dream Is Not Too Late, the Evening Breeze Has Returned

When I was young, I thought my childhood sweetheart would last a lifetime. Later, they lost to a different place, silence and miss, and they separated. When he finally knew how to cherish her and wanted to run to her again, there was someone tenderly protecting her by her side. The old dream is not too late, the night breeze has returned. This time, can he still wait for her to look back?