The few strokes you casually sketched in the history books are their magnificent lives, which were both bright and dim. Love is short but love is short, and their legend cannot be contained in poems, lyrics and music.
The storm surges and time and space change. Crossing the long sea of time, I don't want to change my destiny to defy the will of heaven, I just want to allow me a place by their side and stay with them for the rest of my life.