Give You a Military Medal

The so-called love, what is love? Is it a startling glance in the vast sea of ​​people, or is it looking back at him as you search for him thousands of times? Is it the sea withered rocks before the flowers and the moon under the moon, or is it the no regrets of only one person in this life? Is it thrilling and vigorous, or is it just plain and simple that we really care about each other? Everyone has love and everyone desires beauty. Two people from two different units formed an everlasting love. Is it accidental or destiny? First time taking office. He said, "Since you are here to have fun, I will tell you to go back as soon as possible." When she finally left, he felt lonely again. She was just too curious to pry into the story behind him, and only when she got into it did she realize that she couldn't extricate herself. They got to know each other because of their work, and they were separated because of their work. But he never had any regrets. That dress became the red thread of love, hanging by the bridge, looming. In those turbulent years that were gradually passing away, when he was strong-willed yet tender, and when he met her, who was gentle yet capable, would they be together, or would they be so close to each other?