Hold your hand and grow old together
The agreement between life and death is broad, and I am happy with my son.
In the season of fallen flowers, we meet, we suspect, we cry, and we laugh.
In the tranquility of the clear night and the moon, you and I made an agreement.
——Zhi, I said, I will not betray you. Then I will never lie to you until my death.
——Lan, there is a kind of love, which is really a meeting between life and death. I want you to know that our love cannot be controlled by time.
At that moment, the wind stopped, the clouds stagnated, and the water stopped.
Only your and my figures are imprinted in each other's pupils.