I heard that the starry sky above our heads is a kaleidoscope played by God; I heard that every twinkle of the stars is our hidden heartbeat; I heard that the flowers will bloom tonight, the clouds will disperse, and the stars will shine brightly. You will cross thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers to grow old together with me. I hope that on a sunny day or a rainy day, she will hold his hand and waste away a dusk when the flowers bloom and fade, and the clouds roll and relax. I hope she can still find the person who regards her as life, that proud young man...