When beauty meets beauty, it becomes a legend. The greatest beauty of love is that you are my only one and I am your only one. The greatest misfortune of love is that when I still love you, you pull away, leaving me alone in the wind and rain. Holding hands was warm, but the moment I let go, the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe. It turns out that the legendary story of not being able to love and being depressed is actually true!
You said that if I had come ten years earlier, you would have fallen in love with me first. So, what if time could really go back ten, twenty, or even thirty years? Or will we meet in the next life? Can your promise be taken seriously?
Intention: Since you can't get love, then work hard