Either holding on to the bald head of youth, or remembering the stranger road of youth
They are childhood sweethearts and hope to be together for the rest of their lives.
Their emotions are pure and their hope is as fresh as ever.
They live like water and hope that this life will be like tea.
He kept telling her to be brave, and she took courage and followed him step by step.
Years later, the innocence remains. She said her heart was not abused, just because she still liked her. All I have in my memory is the joy of companionship and the joy of reunion.
She said: Thank you for still waiting for me!
He said: Thank you for coming too!
She often told herself that only by giving up could one gain, but it was a pity that behind every step of the calculation, it was his heart that was destroyed.
Many years later, the crispness of the tea was no longer there. She said that the cup of tea was weak just because she couldn't bear to part with it.