Drown

Those sorrows indulged in time show countless desolations. When the years pass by, everything disappears. You grow old and gradually disappear. You pass by your youth, but you can't find any traces of yourself. He said, we have no choice but to grow old together, and we have no choice but to join hands for a lifetime... She said that in the old days, the sadness was so desolate, and I didn't want to be like them, and the tragedy ended... He said, I can't participate in your past, but you will have me in your future... If you can't promise me a future, then I will give you a future where I will accompany you in sadness and laughter.