There is an umbrella that has been open for a long time, but it refuses to be closed even after the rain has passed. There is a flower that has withered for a long time, but its fragrance still fills my heart.
There is a kind of attachment called holding your hand, supporting each other, and never fearing the wind and rain. A drop of tear sheds because of the emotion, flowing through winter and summer, and into spring and autumn.
This sentence made me think about it for a long time, and the remaining warmth still warmed my chest.
There is a kind of happiness called staying with you, guarding my youth until my black hair turns white.
Under the setting sun, next to the parasol trees, fill your sleeves with love stories.
Looking at the clouds in the sky dyeing the world, I realize that you are in my sight and have never been far away.
I stay in your real dream for love.