There is a small town with flowing water, stone covered bridges, and deep alleys. I heard that there lives an old man who can tell stories. He likes to sit in a rocking chair. The stories he tells are so long...
At that time, she got into trouble and ran away from home.
Fortunately, I am a close friend
And he deceived the best lover
She is good at telling stories, and she is very eloquent.
After talking, I left my stall and went home.
A wedding banquet with hundreds of tables, a beautiful scene
But I only got a few words of congratulations
Lose it, my life
At that time, he was admired by many people
It's also rare to be tempted
He listened to her stories and told his own
Two stories, he wants to wait for an ending
A square with thousands of people, a desperate move
What was waiting for her was her husband and wife.
A word of farewell
I'm lucky to get it
"Mom said, beautiful women... Are the best at telling lies." There seemed to be a bit of the hatred and helplessness in her tone.
"As for what happened next..." The old man closed his eyes, smiled slightly, and rocked the chair, as if he could reach the end of the world by rocking like this...
In this life, we each linger in the years, looking for him in the crowd. We only hope that we can win the heart of one person among millions of people, and we will never leave him until we grow old. We can hold his hand and slowly walk through the passing time, and watch him grow old together...