Shakespeare said: Time will pierce the beauty and delicacy of youth, it will carve parallel lines into the foreheads of beauties, it will swallow up rare treasures, natural beauty, and nothing can escape its sweeping sickle.
But I want to say that there is one thing that will never be harvested by it, and that is my love for you. Even after many years, I will still love you without hesitation.
In this life, I only wish to hold your hand and bear your worries; I wish to be a sweet wine that fills your cup; I wish to be a bright candle to be your light; I will wear this oath forever and grow old with you. "
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