I remember when we met at the beginning of that year, you stood under the mulberry tree and smiled sweetly at me. I dare not forget it in this life.
Why, you left in such a hurry, I didn't even take a last look at you, and there was no news.
I said to myself, if you are not married and I am not married the day we meet again, I will definitely let you be my most powerful bride.
Unfortunately, the day we meet again is my wedding day.
The groom is me. The bride is not you.
Why don't you come earlier or later.
My expectations were abruptly blocked in my thoughts. Blocked by the thousands of mountains and rivers that miss you.
It turns out that I tried my best to hold you in my arms just because we met at the beginning of that year.
You came back, but you came back when I was at my most brilliant.
For you, I don't know how to let you go. For me, it is the most helpless thing to face.