I dream of holding one person's hand until I grow old, but in the end it is my mountains and rivers and your world.
Many stories have already seen the end from the beginning, and the love does not dare to be deep, fearing that the story will end and the people will be separated.
Dreams are long and short. Year after year, the rain hits the flowers and they eventually become empty.
You always said that the mountains are high and the rivers are dangerous, but we have a long way to go.
Later I understood that the difficulty of traveling is not in the mountains or the water, but in the repeated encounters in front of people.
I still have many tomorrows, but no future.
I will always be waiting for you in the mountains and rivers, guarding your world and waiting for my world.
Tears of separation and longing for each other will never be seen again. Between heaven and earth, love is hard to break.
Irregular attack×True·Heartless
Intention: Study hard and move forward courageously