When I mention you, it's me, with my young and throbbing heartbeat;
When I talk about it, it is your warm but stiff embrace;
If there is such a person, who appears, stays, and sighs in the time that I have not participated in, and describes the future with your appearance. If there is such a person, I hope it is you. It is you who I am willing to have all the strength of my lover wiped out. It is you who I have not yet shown in my eyes but is already full of tenderness.
I think if one day, I am no longer a stranger passing by in your life, but the only one who has been tied to you for many years or even the whole life, I will not regret your hindsight, I will only be glad that I have loved you for a longer time. ． ．