Winter, Christmas, Spring Festival... I can't help but write about you.
You who love to laugh, you who chirp, you who run... These are the complete you.
If it weren't for the tacit understanding we had when we were young, maybe we could only pass each other by; if it weren't for the restless hearts, we might not be together; if it wasn't for the persistent persistence, maybe we wouldn't meet now.
So before I forget you, are you willing to come back to me?