Youth is gone, and the meeting has been planned for a long time.
She became very low, as low as the dust, but she was still waiting happily, waiting for flowers to bloom.
And his love was too heavy, turbid, and always defeated by negative emotions, but every time he mended it, there was puncture pain.
If there hadn't been separation and the sadness hadn't gathered into a river, would he and her have made the same agreement?
Time flies by, but love never ends. All I want is to be able to tie each other's ring finger.