Every time I look at the deep and shallow textures in my palms, I always feel that there are countless threads pulling us. Fate?
I always think that God has asked us to meet and will never let go. Hold your hand and grow old together.
I always thought that after struggling for so long, I could see all the scenery and watch the long flowing water together.
I always thought that when you and I get old, we will eventually support each other and watch the clouds rise and the sunset.
In the end, as time passed, it finally felt like a dream, like a world away.
Still love it? Will you hate it?
Who has left those deep and shallow memories in who's heart? Who in whose heart can't love or hate?