--Hey. Honey, how long have we been gone?
--Let me think about it. How long has it been? Ten years, or twenty years?
--Forget it, don't think about it. Anyway, we have to go for a lifetime.
How time has changed our skin is clearly imprinted on every passing line. The old-fashioned record player records our unrooted promises, and no echo can be heard in the time and space of the years. Even if the sun, moon and stars are shaken off, the most honest part of our lives can still be seen. That is the most cherishable resonance between you and me. It records that we once lived stubbornly but sincerely for love. No matter how bumpy the past has been and how difficult the future is, I think you will accompany me to witness the most beautiful story in life.