Courtesy of James for the picturePromises are often like butterflies
Beautifully hovering around, and then they disappear
But I have faith in your vows
Just like how spring will definitely come
I still carry the smile that you love
Looking for the lost beauty in every step I take
Whenever tears carelessly trickle down the edge of my lips
I wipe them away with the hand you've once held
From the first second, certain things have already been destined to last forever
Destiny likes to pull tricks, but true love will meet in the end.
Won't it?
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