There are thousands of sails, but none of them are what my heart loves; there are three thousand weak waters, but you are the only one who knows my warmth and coldness.
Wanmo, if my hair is gray and my appearance is old, will you still be like this, holding my hands and being gentle and tender to the world?
Yes, you believe me. I will definitely give you the best thing at this time.
Concept: Love has no gender distinction.