Mine is 26 and his is 18.
His is 23 and mine is 31.
In the sparkling waves of the long river of time, you are the golden auspicious light. On the long and difficult road of love, you have never deviated from the course.
Love is the messy bouquet you gave me on that midsummer evening, the first kiss I gave you, and your frequently red eyes.
I never wanted to start with you, and I never wanted to go on with you, but you said that no matter how far the journey is, it will be done soon.
Intention: to risk one's life for love, to grow together for love, to search for love, to risk one's life for love.