Young you， Aging you

Young you, with hair like clouds, entwining my soul, making me yearn endlessly.

Aging you, with white hair like snow, still as beautiful as young you.

Young you, we walk hand in hand, watching the sunrise, painting the horizon with the colors of youth.

Aging you, we support each other, watching the sunset, the years gone by framing the evening sky.

Ah, youth fades, time passes, but that unspoken word between us, lingering in our hearts, remains, always remains.