I Miss You Even When I Am Ink-Stained Years

The world has changed, things and people have changed, but this heart has not changed. The ink color is like mourning, and the figure under the moon is an eternal scene. Frost and snow fell in July, and this year he met her. Thousands of snowflakes supported her when she descended into the world, and the image of her peerless beauty was imprinted in his heart. In October, the maple forest was stained with blood. This year, he also held her hand, breaking through the ambush laid by thousands of troops, and the two of them traveled the world hand in hand.