Seven hundred years is neither long nor short, dressed in red, determined to wait.
All the mountains and rivers in life are waiting for you to say goodbye one by one.
Three lives and three lifetimes, in heaven and on earth, this is the only love that cannot be destroyed.
When I look back, I catch the autumn wind with a bright moon, and the snow is boundless.
Thank you for your dream becoming a reality, thank you for your perseverance and perseverance in your promise.
Holding hands and looking at each other, the world is misty and the years are far away.
So, what more could you ask for.
The breeze is still there.