At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
I always tell Mr. Kwong, honey, you should always be with me. If we are old, let me go first. ...
This is my selfishness.
If only true feelings are rare in this world, it is the most painful to be alone.
People often envy the seemingly exciting love between young men and women, but this kind of love often can't go too far; People often sigh that their temples are covered with frost, which is particularly warm and moving; But whether it is the passion of youth or the warmth of old age, in fact, people just forget it after reading it, and forget it after sighing.
I only occasionally heard about the old man. One of them died first, and a few days later, the other was sad. When it is, it will be full of bitterness, and then I will often think of it and sigh the deep affection between them.
As for the parties concerned, I think that the one who is happy will always be the one who left first, taking away the joy of two people and their staying together, leaving the widow alone, devastated and tortured by memories.