The farthest distance in the world is no longer life and death, but that I am a bear in the Arctic and you are a penguin in the Antarctic.
This peaceful land I have never left, Siberia, has the lowest temperature, minus seventy degrees.
When I entered the sea from the Arctic Ocean, swam across the Pacific Ocean, and traveled through the four seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, you were waiting for me to land in Antarctica, the continent where the lowest temperature can reach minus 92 degrees.
With a smile, I have ignored everything, forgotten everything, and given up everything for that smile.
If life is just like the first meeting, what's the matter? The autumn wind is sad and the fan is painted