I don't know when we met, I can't remember the beginning, and I can't look forward to the end. I always live in a skin where I can't help myself. I don't know when I started to record the girl I loved. I have been in love for a long time, and finally one day I want to pick up a pen and write our story. I don't know how long it will last, how long I can remember it, how long the story will last. I hope we will meet again.
This is probably the most fantasy I have had in my 21 years of life, thinking about us holding hands and walking to the palace of marriage. It was a festive room filled with flowers that she loved, and there were beautiful bridesmaids sitting next to her. She was in the middle of the red bed, wearing a red wedding dress, looking at me with a smile.
And I, wearing a handsome suit, with the accompanying groomsmen standing beside me, protecting the girl I love, walked up to me. I took her hand and walked to the emcee and the auditorium, where we would embrace and kiss each other, and the relatives and friends sitting in the audience would applaud and congratulate me on marrying the girl I love.
Tap the phone, consider your words, clear your throat. "From today on, she will be my bride. This is the final speech I want in my life. Because of this speech, I have been brewing for many years..."
Concept: Not all encounters have a happy ending