She said, I am still the same age and I don't want to leave any regrets.
I said, don't worry, you won't bloom. You and I are just animals.
She said, I will definitely bloom, I am a plant, I am just in bud.
I said, what kind of plant are you?
She said, I am a cactus. What about you, what kind of animal are you?
I said, a hedgehog.
When we are young, we are willful and have no independent opinions. Time flies and we end up wandering wherever we go. Come with me, girl, no matter whether your heart has been melted by me or whether my roots have been tolerated by you, since we have chosen the distance, we are not afraid of wind and rain. Let us leave something for our youth on the next journey.