The first time we met, we just passed each other. The first time we met was through a group photo. Our first love was because we felt sorry for each other, our first quarrel was because we cared about each other, and our first tears were shed for each other. From the beginning to the end, we still hold hands.
Happiness became inevitable when we first met. When everyone encounters happiness, it is the blessing of hard-won good luck. After stumbling through the long river of time, from the beginning to the end, it tells us: happiness does not lie.