Holding hands in this life, revisiting love across time and space

Holding your hand, follow me, and unknowingly another year has passed.\ Pulling your hand, supporting me to walk, and unknowingly you and I have grown white-haired.\ Time quietly flows by, and the passing years no longer make us naive. In different seasons of life, leaning on each other, sharing joys and sorrows, the ups and downs beautifully mark the delicate wrinkles caused by holding hands and gazing at each other, illustrating the bits and pieces left by time. Through all the hardships and the happiness, you always accompany me. The skillful, gentle bond locks my wandering heart.\ I love every smile of yours, bright and innocent. Your laughter always brings the taste of joy and happiness, nourishing the flowers in my heart that never wither. I know this is the power of love.\ From the moment I first held your hand, your shy smile, the affectionate blush on your face, filled me with joy. Your tender feelings and my trembling heartbeat sparked the nervousness of our first love, like children accidentally causing a big trouble, filled with anxious discomfort…\ Over the years, whenever we mention such words, we both foolishly smile, intoxicated by it, sometimes even shyly reenacting that scene. You look at me, I look at you, and once again our aging faces turn rosy. In the loving gaze, the momentary touch in our hearts cannot be hidden.\ Back then, contact between a man and a woman was desired yet curious, sensitive yet timid. It was the flutter of a bud yet to bloom, the barrier-breaking rush as wild horses run free. We fought for the blue skies and white clouds we longed for, imagining a brand-new forever. Our steps followed the green mountains and rivers, and our passion rose and fell with the tides.\ Though there were cloudy days and strong winds with flying sand and stones, they could not separate our hearts from colliding, holding on to the trembling heartbeat and the promise to stay together. Despite high mountains and distant waters, despite the rugged journeys, they could not darken the closeness of our hearts, firming our declaration of love and eternal innocence.\ The hardships and cruelty of reality did not make us turn away. Hand in hand, we stayed together, supporting each other through thick and thin, understanding each other's preferences, listening to each other's hearts, bringing each other joy, and healing each other's wounds. In the mundane world, with you in it, in good or bad fortune, we never leave each other. In the whirlpool of love, our lives overflow with the changes of time.Looking back at the past, the mountains were full of blooming apricot trees, the valleys were filled with the intoxicating scent of wildflowers, the spring water gurgled, birds sang, and from a high vantage point, the green mountains and rivers unfolded, the magical heavens and earth combined, blending into the eyes, with deep affection and a smile. That moment of entwined romance, that moment of the sunset and evening glow supporting each other. Fate… hand in hand, leaning on each other's shoulders, nestled in the long river of love, timelessly, a love that crosses through time and space…