Who is not a prisoner of love? Waiting is the most absurd romance and loyalty. Since you have made him wait for many years without me, then crush all the messy life into pieces and blend them into the bright spring, the vigorous summer, the frosty autumn, and the long winter to wait for you.
The darkness of the willows and flowers is the throbbing, the vigor and vitality is the feeling, the jade and frost are the attitude, and the long thread of the day is the commitment.
The prime of life can be measured in years. It's not about making up for you, it's about loving you.
Purpose: I would like to dedicate this article to my ordinary youth
