A promise made in youth easily promises a lifetime.
When I was in my prime years, my head was covered with white frost. I would write all my life without waiting for the passage of time.
In eyes that have never encountered the mortal world,
Half a lifetime seems to be just an arc passed by the palm of my hand, and it lasts forever in a moment
They met when they were young and firmly believed in their lifelong promise, but they drifted apart as time went by.
(Everyone, you are entering the theater from the play. The past cannot be traced back. The ups and downs of the coming ones are unknown. Please walk slowly all the way. When you hear my arrival, please sit down if you are willing. If you don't want to, please leave. I wish you all the best.)
Intention: Missing it is a mistake