In the flowery years, you and I agreed to join hands for a lifetime.
In the passing years, you promised me that we would never treat each other as guests again.
In the fleeting past, you protected and concealed me silently.
I don't know if I can believe you.
However, you said that everyone has his own destiny, and life and death are determined by heaven. Keep an eye on everything and let everything happen.
Conception: