Love is fermented in the fermentation vessel of time, and the more fragrant it can be.
When the worldly disturbances are gone, when we no longer evaluate our lover from material perspectives and other people's standards, we know that what we love is only the other person and nothing else. The beautiful face is gone, the enthusiasm for material pursuits has dissipated, and the social pressure and gossip have turned a deaf ear, all of which point to the ultimate proposition of love: When I am old, do you still love me? When you leave me, does love still exist?
This is a beautiful love hymn, the highest tribute to the family. Come to this world and walk around, most people often do nothing. Leaving this world of experience leaves nothing behind. The offspring who are separated from the mother's body may give us some thoughts in another world, but this does not involve you and me after all.
Love is not a provable proposition. In other words, the old couple did not stop to think about the love between them after one party left them, but lived a life of love with their own life. We lamented their luck that they were able to find the other half they entrusted with their lives, but when we were thinking about it, we couldn't help but look directly at this reality. The death of one party will be an indescribable pain and misery - from the grandfather's death In the heart-wrenching weeping in the room, we can tell the bitterness, the grief that comes from the loss of a part of life.
This is a sad story, this is a warm story. Because it tries to convince us that when two people are truly united, there is no distinction between each other, you and me. There is only one world for two people, and in that world, there are only you and me. When the old man sang that song affectionately, I believe that in heaven, she must have shed tears listening to it.
Some day we all must go.
But lullabies go on and on.
They never die.
Just like you and I will be.
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