I still remember the snow-capped peaks, the cherry blossoms falling all over the sky, and the young master's face as bright as jade, which taught me how to be fond of you.
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
Now, all that is left is the cherry blossoms floating all over the night and people being alone in silence, smiling at the old people's hearts.
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What will life be like if the couple of gods and goddesses travels to the 21st century?
I am also in Phuket. . . . . .