It reminds me of my grandma, grandpa. Their love is so beautiful. From youth to old age. Experienced touching, experienced hardships; experienced happiness, experienced pain; experienced rainbow, experienced wind and rain; experienced sweetness, experienced quarrel... But they are still happily holding hands.
I imagined countless times how they would be holding hands by the lake at dusk. Only then will I really feel that love is like this.
Walking by the lake at dusk, holding the hand of the lover who has walked through his life. When I recall the impulses of my youth, I can't help but smile knowingly, and I can guess what the other is thinking without talking to each other. Love is enough
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