Didn't my heart draw for you?
Is there anything new to say or record,
To show my love or your real price?
No, dear; However, pious prayer
Not a day goes by without me repeating it;
The old saying is not old; You belong to me, and I belong to you,
Just like the first day I blessed your name.
So eternal love is in the evergreen love box.
Will not be damaged by years and dust,
Will not let wrinkles occupy their proper position,
Instead, they regard the old times as permanent domestic slaves;
I found that the original love seedlings still need to be maintained.
Although time and appearance expect it to be yellow.