If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
He thought that he would always remember the first time he saw her, delicate, harmless, and incredibly vivid.
She could no longer remember what he looked like when she first met her. It was only after a long time that she discovered that he was also tough, tall, and gentle.
Life is like a dream, love is like a play; life is like a play, love is like a dream.