When the years gently passed over the beautiful face of youth, I gradually began to understand that I had been thinking about you. The years have witnessed that you have bloomed in my heart, thanked you, and bloomed again. Even if I thought you would wither, one day you would suddenly sprout again and bloom again, which stunned me time and time again. Later, I suddenly realized that all these years were just helping me see myself clearly. Finally, I had to admit that I had been waiting for you to love me.
Over the long years, one hill after another, will you still be there waiting for me?
Intention: Some love is worth waiting for for years