Let's tell the story of chasing girls. (touching score)

Always appreciate such love:

Nothing earth-shattering,

Some feel like running water;

There are not many vows of eternal love,

Have a plenty of relatively silent tacit understanding. ...

This should be a feeling of "holding your hand and growing old with your son"

In our daily life,

Love at first sight is not that much,

There are not so many love stories that are sweet enough to make people cry and painful enough to fall apart:

In the world of mortals,

We are ourselves.

Some ordinary people who are born, sick and dead,

We should cherish love,

Cherish the oncoming feelings that are not thrilling.

In this kind of love story,

The hero and heroine don't have to fall in love at first sight,

At first, they may pass by like strangers.

Like most ordinary friends,

Just say hello when you meet,

Smile,

Then walk away.

Then one day,

In the twilight,

You suddenly find that her back is so exciting for you;

A regret that makes you feel distressed inadvertently hit you like this.

You just found out,

Unconsciously,

Accustomed to passing by, she has come into your life.

So you started a beautiful love.

Love is beautiful,

Although your love may not be touching;

People in love are beautiful,

Although you may all be ordinary.

but ...

After all, it is not as perfect, exquisite and romantic as originally envisaged.

It's just a faint feeling,

Without great happiness or great sadness,

There are no 999 roses, and there is no broken bridge-just holding hands.

The feeling of walking side by side

They say marriage is a besieged city,

What went in came out;

You just hold hands,

Let's walk into this city honestly,

Support each other,

Turn many ugly days into a string of scenery.

After all these years,

In retrospect,

All the ordinary fragments,

All the times I have complained and doubted are actually the warmest chapters in my life;

All the dark days,

In fact, they are all like "empty mountains and rain".

Light and durable ...

They say that time can dilute everything,

But there are always some things that are eternal,

Wings in the sky,

Ground knot,

There is always a kind of love,

As persistent as Xiangshan,

As deep as the sea,

As vast as the sky. ...

They say that time can erase everything,

But there are always some things that are always fresh.

Hold it in your hand,

All life, all bright or dark days become brand-new and bright.

Time is always moving,

When I look back, I feel covered in dust;

You're still willing to blindfold,

Give your hand to this eternal lover without reservation. ...

Hold your hand and grow old with your son,

When you cry,

Someone to grieve with you,

Listen to you,

Smoothing your messy hair and haggard face,

Tell you, it will be sunny tomorrow;

When you smile brightly,

The whole world is bright because of you,

He stood by quietly,

Smile at you, as bright as the sun ...

Hold your hand and grow old with your son,

This should be a landscape where two people hold up a sky together.

Like two separate trees,

You hold up the sky together,

Branches and leaves are in full bloom under the blue sky,

Roots support each other underground,

Wind or frost,

Whether it rains or snows,

Hold your hand,

Every moment is so beautiful,

Every moment is a touching love poem,

Every moment is worth remembering forever.

Hold your hand and grow old with your son,

This is a kind of standing side by side,

* * * Gazing at the sunrise and sunset;

It's a feeling that changes every day,

Just want to hold your hand tightly,

Say nothing,

Slowly accompany you through this life,

The afterlife, the afterlife ...

We are always trying to do something for the people we love, but we have never seen how much people who love us have paid for us. In fact, each of us is a child, a kind and sad child who is naive and stupid but goes forward bravely and walks on the emotional trajectory of the ups and downs of fate. Our love is our belief, so we become strong and may lose it, but we will not hesitate ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Giving up is helplessness, giving up is incompetence, not giving up is ignorance, and not giving up is persistence. ...