Don't look at the flowers in the morning. You say the flowers will eventually fail after they bloom. No matter how much you water them, they will not bear fruit. Therefore, meeting each other is probably the fate of the two of us. In the next life, we will only be figs to give you happiness...
I met you for the first time, and there was not much beauty. The marriage of just two months left us with too little.
You said you regretted it, but I still forgot the feeling of being with you.
Now I no longer have even vague thoughts when I look back.
The first encounter does not mean eternal tenderness. The girl's mind is very simple, treat me well and I will marry you.