Pasture Smoke

In the twilight grassland, he held her hand. From then on, the snow-capped mountains bear witness to the long winds and promise for a lifetime. From black hair to white hair, I have seen spring grass and autumn leaves, and gone through the changes of cold and heat. As the years pass by and the face ages, only the temperature in the palm of the hand remains the same. All the deep love is hidden in the moment when the fingers are interlocked - the mountains and rivers are the witness, the years are the name, this is the most tender relationship in the world, nothing more than that.