Five years ago, she left behind all her pride and the man who loved her deeply, and went to America alone. Five years later, she returned gracefully, bringing with her a child who shared his blood. He still loved her, and she still missed him with all her heart. May they join hands and spend the rest of their lives together, facing the green mountains side by side.
If you had told me back then that I only had to wait five more years for you to return, and that we would face the green mountains together from then on, how could I have been willing to endure the pain of letting you go?
Please continue, come on, come on
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