The most important person has come into all of our lives (Part Seven) This is the memory between you and me, the eighth year of such deep love. When we meet, there will be a mother-in-law or father-in-law like me. At that time, don't think we're old.
(Part One)
We held hands.
Unknowingly, we grew up.
Living together turned into living far apart.
Both of us had boyfriends.
The circle of friends in life gradually decreased.
Only when we fought,
Or one day he went somewhere else,
Suddenly our hearts ached,
Felt empty.
Then thought of you again.
You said if we continued living like this,
We would both have jobs,
Then families.
Would we be too busy with daily chores to become yellow-faced housewives?
But even if so,
We would still hold our children's hands,
Traveling a long distance to see each other,
Letting our babies call:
Godmother~
Smiling at each other. Striving for life, the eighth year without meeting. Mom said,
Our kids now are really shameless.
Clearly,
Adults worry too much.
Because we know from our hearts,
We will surely love each other's babies as much as our own.
(Part Two)
Between us,
From being unfamiliar at first,
To becoming very close friends.
Thinking back always brings a smile.
We were moved.
We argued and made noise.
We were crazy.
But never regretted.
We became more and more certain of our belief.
The feelings between us,
Even eternity isn't long enough.
In the past, we always held hands going to and from school.
Telling each other jokes or embarrassing stories.
Laughing and gesturing wildly.
After laughing, realizing everyone around was looking at us.
Looking at each other again,
Continuing to laugh.
When tired of laughing, pretending nothing happened.
Continuing forward.
I think boys definitely wouldn't understand.
Why two good friends go to the bathroom together.
If I tried to explain, I wouldn't know where to start.
Maybe we just wanted to walk together and laugh foolishly.
Maybe we just wanted to walk together and tell some jokes we feared forgetting instantly.
Or maybe,
We were just afraid of the loneliness of being apart even for a short while.
(Part Three)
I think most women have a tendency towards object attachment.
In the time we spent together,
Naturally, we unknowingly figured out each other's favorite colors and things.
Thinking about it now, it's actually quite funny.
At just over ten years old, we started talking about our dream weddings.
By the sea or in a church.
Undecided.
Wearing a white dress or a red cheongsam.
Undecided.
In spring, summer, autumn, or winter.
Undecided.
The only thing not undecided is,
Bridesmaid.
You.
We discussed many times what our future houses would look like.
Every description was different.
Sometimes cold tones, sometimes warm tones.
On a whim, colorful and dazzling.
Perhaps we didn't care much about what our future houses would look like.
We just wanted to share those little hopes in our hearts with each other.
Maybe one day,
That house physically exists.
Then you will certainly be the first invited.
I told mom,
We discussed,
In the future, we must be each other's baby's godmother.
Even in-laws.
We are still progressing, hoping for that day.
(Part Six)
Recalling the past,
How fortunate that you were there then.
Happy, romantic moments,
Shared with you.
Heartbreaking, sorrowful moments,
You held me.
So despite experiencing so much,
We were never disheartened or afraid.
Recalling the past,
How fortunate that you were there then.
Happy, romantic moments,
Shared with you.
Heartbreaking, sorrowful moments,
You held me.
So despite experiencing so much,
We were never disheartened or afraid.
No matter how sorrowful something was, it didn't matter.
Because you would listen to me.
Crying or speechless,
In any case, I knew,
With you here,
I would no longer be at a loss.
Call you Godmother. My Haibao, your Taotao, in different cities.
(Part Four)
--Hey.
--What.
--Come out.
--What's wrong.
--I'm feeling down.
--Alright, where are you.
--Waiting for you at the usual place.
Hang up the phone.
Peace of mind.
(Part Five)
Later, we lived in different places.
Often mentioning each other to others.
People always asked,
How could you be so good to each other?
Suddenly not knowing how to answer.
Why?
Perhaps it was spending countless breaks and after-school hours together.
Perhaps it was naturally trusting each other completely since childhood.
No matter how long it had been since we last met,
The excitement before meeting was immediately calmed upon seeing each other.
As if we had just gone shopping and eaten yesterday.
Holding hands.
The time to part would eventually come.
We returned to our new lives.
But always felt,
Just a phone call or text message away,
And we would still be able to see you waiting for me at the old place.
Neither of us ever left.
If you gave us enough time to chat,
We could talk from sunrise to sunrise.
From flower fading to blooming.
Crushes, ideals, fantasies,
The kind of life we want in the future.
Places we want to go.
Or bad words about others.
Blah blah blah
Such endless idle chatter.
Is why we have such astonishing tacit understanding and knowledge of each other, right?