"how" and "if" are the two least related words, but if you put them together, they've got a lot of power to stick around for the rest of your life. you.
"What if...?" "What if...if...?
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"What...if...?"
I don't know how your story will end, but if you have true love in your heart, then you It's never too late.
If this was true love, it still is. All you need is courage and follow your heart.
I don't know what kind of love Juliet feels, the kind of love that takes you away from someone you've loved, the kind of love that takes you through fire and water. But I'd like to believe that if I could feel this love, I'd have the courage to hold it tight.
Claire, if you ever let go, I hope you can hold hands again someday.
To all my love
Juliet]
Smooth and quiet narrow alleys, farms with fragrant coffee, farms full of grapes... Through the fields, all the way galloping in the dazzling sunshine of Italy, renewing a love half a century ago edge.
After tossing and searching, they kept going all the way. When they finally met, the hooves of the horse seemed to be stepping on her heart.
In the morning light, the man was no longer young, but his features were still the same, as if the last sight was only yesterday.
Her white hair fluttered in the wind so movingly, time passed through the corners of her eyes, washing away the dust, and in the depths of time, only the mellow fragrance became stronger.
[I was an old man when I rode out in the morning, but now I am a teenager. 】
At this moment, the past 50 years passed by like a fog, and those who had loved one by one appeared in front of my eyes. Thank them for having passed through my life, for the laughter and tears they once brought me, making me finally become who I am today, and meeting you again in the most appropriate manner.
The years have dyed my temples pure white, the corners of my mouth are full of lead, and polished me to be quiet and peaceful, but when I met you again, I was full of youthful brilliance.
I am grateful that when we met again, although there were many children and grandchildren, we were all alone, and everything was just right.
True love is never too late.
It is necessary to firmly believe in one word. This word has existed in ancient times, and it is also the same today. It is only "predestined".
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