He has been gone for ten years, and he has been waiting for him for ten years.
He said, halfway across the world, I could wait for you for ten years. Now that you are back, I can wait for any number of decades.
Life is short, how many decades can you waste? If you are tired, you might as well look back and see that maybe happiness is always behind you and has never gone far.
(A short story of 60,000 words, written many years ago. It's a bit rubbish and has been completed. If you like it, please bookmark it. Also, I'm working on the new speed code~)
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