If memories can be drunk, the past can create a hangover. When I woke up, the sky was still clear and the wind was still clear, but after all, the two sides of time could not be crossed with a reed. I know your thoughts, no more words are needed. I will forget you in the rivers and lakes, drink the vicissitudes of life, feed my belly with my years, make my clothes rich and beautiful with my years, turn around quietly after a thousand times, and then leave.
Unfortunately, that is just a wish.
She has been with him through everything, and in the end, she only wants to be together for the rest of her life. I wonder if he is willing to accompany her around the world.
Hold your hand and grow old together.