Love You for Many Years

The songs I loved when I was young were always beautiful, and the people I loved when I was young were always as shallow as water, but deep in my bones. Qi Zehao had a ring in his pocket, a wedding ring carefully selected for Su Luo. That year, he was nineteen and she was seventeen. He flew to the United States and she returned to the small town. The year that belonged to them had quietly gone away, leaving behind a pile of incomplete and complicated memories in the gaps of time. They were regarded as souvenirs of their youth. They were taken out and looked at from time to time, and either smiled or shed tears. A few years later, they met again in a sea of ​​people. It turns out that the longing has never subsided, it is just deep and shallow, and it has become a birthmark on the heart.