Do you still remember the boy who gave you warmth and support when you were young? Will you remember the thousands of rivers and mountains you once expected?
If you truly love someone, even if time passes, you will never forget that person.
"Stop crying, I'm here." Many years ago, when the sun was shining, his long fingers wiped away her tears with warmth.
"Don't die, I'm here." Years later, the hands that had warmed her for more than a dozen autumns and winters were like dead branches.
If you die with love, I will accompany you.