A marriage that follows the rules is like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless, but it does not want to create a love that is caused by a combination of circumstances, like throwing a stone into water, causing ripples.
Love seems to be destined, but also seems to be a coincidence. It seems to be a careful arrangement of fate that allows two people to meet, know each other, and fall in love in a conventional marriage.
It is like a shooting star in the night sky, cutting through the dark sky and bringing dazzling light; it is also like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the cold haze and giving warm power.
This love does not have the eternal vows of eternal love, nor the romance of flowers before the moon and under the moon, but it has the company of each other and the warmth of a long stream of water.
It is so ordinary, yet so precious, shining with unique light like a pearl.
In this marriage that follows the rules, love is like a blooming flower, exuding a charming fragrance that makes people intoxicated.
