From sharing a ginkgo umbrella in the rain to smiling at each other as snow turns their hair white, their love is like the gold thread used to repair ancient books: time is the shuttle, sincerity the thread, and their broken past is woven into the warmest of futures.
“May the ink of my remaining years record our long and beautiful days.”
“May I be the brush in your hand, restoring the long scroll of our life together.”
