Time passes, memories fade, and our feelings grow deeper and deeper.
I'm glad I'm no longer young, but I can meet you again and cuddle up with you when I'm still young. The passing time, our youth that has nowhere to rest, whether it is laughter and tears or intimacy and misunderstandings.
In the end, we put aside our childishness and simplicity, met again on the road of many difficulties and dangers, brushed away the vicissitudes of life on each other's faces with our hands, and said softly: I still love you.