I've been in love with him since he was a little boy. Love him until he grows into a mature and stable man, and as the years go by, the love becomes deeper and deeper.
After all these years, he still has a way of making my heart flutter. Later, I finally saw his smile when he was with her. It was so strange. I never knew he could smile like that. I suddenly felt very scared, afraid that I had just been dreaming all these years. A dream for twenty-two years.
A green plum grows old easily, a bamboo horse grows old easily.
I have been alone for so long, and in the end, I still have to watch him live with someone else forever. I originally thought that my love for him was everything, but now I realize that everything is not love.
Therefore, holding hands has nothing to do with growing old together.
So, let's do this. One is different and the other is wide, each is happy.