When they first met, she was twelve years old, and there was a cold and aloof ice beauty beside him. I heard that she was his childhood sweetheart.
When we met again, she was twenty. From then on, he was surrounded by many people.
The last time they saw her, she was very old, holding his withered hands tightly, looking at each other speechlessly, with only a few tears.
Idea: Maybe you can believe in eternity, for example, I will always love you