Holding your hand, follow me, unknowingly another spring and autumn have passed,
Holding hands in this life, traversing time and space to savor our love,
Guiding you with my hand, supporting me as we walk, before we knew it, our hair has turned white.
Time slips away quietly, the days no longer keep us innocent. In these different years, leaning on each other, through all the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows, the beauty of our intertwined lives is etched in the fine lines of our hands as we gaze at each other, playing out the moments left behind by the passing time. Through all the hardships and joys, you are always by my side. Your skilled tenderness has shackled my wandering heart.
I love every one of your smiles, bright and innocent, your laughter always stirs the flavors of happiness and joy, nourishing the flowers in my heart so they never wilt. I know this is the power of love.
Ever since the first time I held your hand, your shy smile, the blush of affection, radiating on your cheeks, I was delighted. The initial stirrings of your emotions and the trembling heartbeats we shared, the timidity of our first love, like children who have blundered into a huge disaster, full of anxiety and unease…
Over the years, whenever we bring up such words, we both giggle foolishly, indulging in the memory, and sometimes even bashfully reenact that moment. You look at me, I look at you, once again bringing a rosy hue to our aging faces. In our lovestruck eyes, we cannot hide the instant touch deep within our souls.
Back then, our contact with the opposite sex was something we longed for and were curious about, sensitive and timid, like a bud waiting to bloom with a fluttering heart, like a wild horse breaking free, rushing through barriers. We yearned for the blue sky and white clouds, dreaming of our fresh start of eternal love. The green mountains and clear waters marked our steps, the ebb and flow of the tides were our passion.
Though dark clouds may gather, and fierce winds may blow sand and stones, they could not separate the collision of our hearts, clinging to that trembling heartbeat and the promise to stay together. Despite the distance and the effort to traverse mountains and rivers, they could not overshadow the closeness of our hearts, strengthening the declaration of our love and the eternal innocence.
The hardships and cruelties of reality did not make us turn away; instead, we walked hand in hand, supporting each other, understanding each other’s likes, listening to each other’s inner voices, delighting in each other’s laughter, and soothing each other’s wounds. In this world, with you, through fortune and misfortune, we stay together, never to part. In the whirlpool of love, our profound and vast history overflows.
Looking back, the apricot trees in full bloom on the mountains, the wildflowers filling the ravines with fragrance, the clear spring water ringing, the birds singing, from high above, the verdant mountains and rivers overturn, the magical union of heaven and earth, all blend into the view, filled with deep affection and a smile. That moment of romantic entanglement, that moment of relying on each other at the setting sun. Our fate… holding hands, shoulders, and leaning on each other by the long river of love, through the ages, across time and space, the love that transcends time…