She is young and flamboyant, and she is a rose with thorns.
He is no longer young, he is still dirty, he is a half-living man with one foot in the grave.
Some people kept trying to get to the top, but she couldn't stay away from this world.
Some people tried their best to get closer, but he could only embrace the desolation beside He Pond and be frightened every night.
He is not afraid that the road is too far and cannot find the end, but he is afraid that the two worlds cannot form a circle.
She is only afraid that love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death.
He said, let's die together.
These were the most beautiful words of love she had ever heard in her life.
She said, shall we get married?
He said, no.
His price was her unbearable pain, and her price was his final disaster.
After all, they met too late, not at the best time. She and he were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. But, what does it matter, we still have the final promise.
This is not a transaction, this is not a game, this is true love, this is sincerity. An unimaginable intersection, an unimaginable beginning, and an unforeseen ending.