What kind of story is going on under the sky that is suddenly far and near?
Even if I settle for him and love, I never give up my mountains, rivers, lakes and seas
He is the secret that she cannot tell. Maybe before we were deceived, no one believed in fate, but life is only short and not long.
In fact, love does not need to be repeated. Every encounter in life is a better beginning.
The river cannot be crossed, only one can cross it by oneself
him and her