We met by chance at a mask dance in our sophomore year. I met this beloved man today and tomorrow.
By some mistake, she didn't keep the appointment.
Reunited here five months later, you thought she had promised someone else.
Goodbye June, you will never let go of her hand.
You go to morning exercises together, go to self-study, take postgraduate entrance exams, deal with third parties, and live the life of an ordinary college couple.
Go climbing the snow-capped mountains together and live and die together. Because of the mountain disaster, you lost your teammates, but you learned how to cherish each other and life.
You go to meet both parents together, and you put a wedding ring on her.
The story should continue like this plainly and happily, but she suddenly told you that she was getting married, and her husband was not you.
Years later, when we meet again, will you still hold her hand tightly?