What will you encounter in four years, and what will you miss in four years? There was once such a person who made me confused and degenerate, and made my blood boil. When I was young, I never knew whether the taste of first love was bitter or sweet. I liked such a person. I looked at the girl who had an affair with him, and then another girl. Later I fell in love with him. I like to be quiet like this. I looked at him, just like this quietly. I never wanted to break the silence. I felt that we were from two worlds. He had his liveliness and I had my silence. Fortunately, you looked back at me. Fortunately, I looked up at you. I want to count your white hair and grow old slowly. I want to lean on your shoulder and watch the children play. Fortunately, it is you. Our fate is not over yet.