He often asked her, why does she like me?
She had only one answer, because, I like it!
She liked him and had liked him for many years.
He also asked her for many years.
In this life, it seems that there is not enough time for him to ask her and she to like him.
I will live up to you for the rest of my life, and you will have to like me for a long time.
Many years ago, I buried a wish with just eight words: Life is too long, I only wish you were here.
The wish bar that comes true gradually turns yellow as time goes by.
We cannot measure the length of life. The distance between you and me is only the length of the word "love".