Meeting is the beginning of all good things. You are the beautiful person who decorates my beautiful years. Thinking of you makes me throb, thinking of you makes me feel bound, and thinking of you makes me happy. One is a gentle school beauty and an infatuated academic master, and the other is a cute, humorous and affectionate novice. They met by chance, cared about each other for half their lives, accompanied each other, never left, and went round and round, it was always you. Every episode in life is an accelerator for the sublimation of feelings. The heartache is you, the happiness is you, the pain is you, and the sweetness is still you. . . . .
Intention: The most rare thing in life is for a person to grow old, and you are enough.