"Green plums wither and bamboo horses grow old. From now on, everyone I fall in love with will be like you." The touching thing about love words is that both the speaker and the listener are willing to believe it.
Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, talking about her and him, but they are not. He had been by her side since she could remember, but she didn't know whether it was because she was too stupid or because he was too sober. Just when she thought the story of her childhood sweetheart was going to develop smoothly, he was gone.