In three years, there were more than a thousand carvings on the steps of the tomb door.
Three years later, the person in the coffin has not changed at all.
In three years, I have exhausted my memories.
After guarding the tomb for three years, she squatted on the steps of the tomb door with her long hair reaching the ground.
If he keeps his promise, I will leave tomorrow.
She turned around and saw that the man was still lying flat in the ice coffin, unchanged for three years. Standing up, she stroked his face through the ice coffin.
Have I changed?