Their love is like a chase on a merry-go-round...
Everyone moves forward towards their love, but forgets the sadness left behind...
In that season when their fingers were intertwined, they were exhausted by love. . .
It's like a marathon, you can't stop in the middle!
But, in fact, as long as you are willing to look back, I want to hold your hand tightly and give you warm strength, even if you are thousands of miles away...