He and she were childhood sweethearts and had known each other for twelve years.
That year, the ignorant young man bowed under the locust tree and worshiped the heaven and the earth.
After five years of separation, we meet again.
She smiled at him, but could not escape the blood and tears.
The red rope on the wrist has also faded. How much time does it carry?
The beacon fire has passed.
The years are passing by while you are holding hands, while you are in troubled times.
The long smoke has dissipated, and the prosperity has disappeared.
Fortunately, Shaoyin does not last long.
After all, there are no words to remember the past.
I just complain that my fate has not changed.