The year she met him, he was childish and sunny
The year he reunited with her, he was mature and optimistic
After ten years of silent waiting, I finally mustered up the courage to walk into his life and into his heart.
In the blink of an eye, ten years of youth passed by.
How many of the 3,650 long nights were tossing and turning.
How will ten years of waiting end? Whether we put on a white wedding dress or pass by each other speechlessly.