The hand of the son. Grow old with your son. This is the most beautiful promise in the world. In the vast sea of people. I was lucky enough to meet. It is the cultivation of a previous life. It is also the fate of this life. From the moment we first met. Emotions in the heart. It is like a river. Can't suppress it.
In the cycle of the four seasons, we go through the ups and downs hand in hand, and spend every unforgettable moment together. Whether it is the blooming flowers in spring, the heat in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn, or the cold in winter, we all cling to each other and never give up.
On this special day, we once again walked hand in hand and felt each other's heartbeats and breaths. May our deep affection live up to our lovesickness, and may our love be as good as the first time we first saw each other. We will carve each other into the bottom of our hearts, love you to the bone, and love you deeply.
We have indulged in beautiful dreams together, sleeping with the fragrance of flowers; We have also written moving poems together about our deep affection for each other. I only hope that your heart can be as firm as mine, and we can stay together for a long time and spend every spring and autumn of life together.
The world is so big, there are no surprises, but in this vast sea of people, there is always such a person, who passes by you, but makes you feel ripples. Perhaps this is the power of fate, which allows us to meet, know and love each other in a sea of thousands of people. No matter how deep or shallow the relationship is, it is a blessing from the previous life; No matter how affectionate it is, it is the most beautiful scenery in this life.
In this romantic festival, may we all find the right person, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. May our love bloom like a spring flower and be as warm as the summer sun. May we go through every stage of life together and create a better future together.
May your romance be as dazzling as the flowers blooming in the Spring City, and may your poems be filled with the fragrance of true love. No matter how far away the mountains and rivers are, as long as there is affection, it is the most beautiful scenery. May our love be as eternal as the cycle of the four seasons, until the gray hair still walks hand in hand.