Half a lifetime of love is like the raindrops falling from the eaves.
Broken on the bluestone, also broken in the heart.
A lifetime of love is a story locked in a drawer.
The gaze when reminiscing can still penetrate the stars.
The stubbornness in his eyes,
Lock love into silence.
The wind when you turn around,
Disturbed a yellowed calendar.
It turns out that "forever" is just two radicals,
One is lost and the other is rusty.
Boil the dusk into medicine,
Missing you becomes a soup of happiness.
In everyone's life, there will be flaws, and good things will come hard. There was also great joy during this period
Sad, people are not replaced by things, and in the end, everything is empty in a dream. Good, good!
Concept: Only people with good character can have reliable love. If there is no love, people with good character are still reliable.