Facing the Wind and Rain

The love in his eyes is as deep as the sea, boundless as far as the eye can see: "If you don't fight for the person you like, you will always regret it." "Wait for me." His slightly warm fingertips wiped away her cold tears, and his voice was as gentle as the wind blowing under the moon. She waited. What she was best at in her life was waiting. Wait for him to take her to watch the sunrise on the top of the snow mountain, wait for him to take her across thousands of rivers and mountains, and follow him. Holding one hand and following one person, the mountains are no longer high and the water is no longer long, and the soul has a place to rest. If it's windy and rainy on the road, it's just a matter of holding an umbrella. This life is enough.