The first time they met, he was deeply in love with her. He searched for her for ten years in the vast sea of people, just to meet her again in the world of mortals.
Years flow with the times, thoughts pass with the years. When we met again, her red lips under the white tulle lightly parted: "When did we meet?"
He was absolutely speechless and whispered: "The prime years will not come back again, and spring will never come again in one day. After all, it is a passing time!"
