There is a time in life when you suddenly break the line, let it float away, and then wait for it to land smoothly and land again somewhere you will finally pass by, waiting to meet you again.
If it counts as a love that you can't stop, it truly lives in your heart.
If there is no solution at the moment, then it will be judged by time.
Those who have waited, such as Clair, will know that there is only one Sophie in the world, and 50 years is a long time.
Those who have waited, such as Lorenzo, will know that if it is true love, it is never too late.
Along the way, yellow dust rises, and under the summer sun, either you are waiting for fate, or fate is waiting for you.
Who would have imagined that when he went out to ride a horse in the early morning, he was still an old man, and when he came back, he fell back into the love of his youth.
It is a blessing to meet when you are young, and luck when you are old.
Grazie a dio!
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