Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The best thing in life is to grow old with you and collect laughter and laughter along the way.
I am willing to wait for you all my life.
Love doesn't come and go. You go after me, but you accompany me bit by bit, from death to old age.
When I close my eyes, you are still by my side.
Some stories are turned back suddenly. Oh, so you've been here all this time.
The moral of this poem is very meaningful. This "you" refers to a kind of tea.