If we could go back to those times, would you still make such a choice, and whether the result today is what we want. Those good times and beautiful scenery are what I have given you and want to continue to give you forever. No matter what, you are my beauty, and I am your good time.
My good day, when I first met you when I was seventeen, you became the biggest knot in my life. But why did our love end so tragically? Now you are no longer the handsome young man you once were, and I am no longer the little girl by your side. So, am I still not your beauty?
Emily Dickinson said "until the moss grows on our lips and drowns our names." When the moss grows, I am still willing to stay by your side to see all the beautiful scenery.