Autumn gold fills the heart, as I quietly watch the leaves at dusk.
Love begins by chance and ends by inevitability.
Looking back, all I remember is you, smiling brightly as you playfully link your arm through his,
"Steaming braised pork, glittering gold and silver jewelry: the loves of my life."
The wind stirs and the flowers fall. Beneath the cherry tree, the man glances sideways and says,
"All right, so you're the legendary, gorgeous combination of braised pork and jewelry."
The woman smiles ingratiatingly, while the man's face turns black.
That is their love, indulging in food and money, steeped in the everyday pleasures of life.
That is their love, full of bickering and banter, always making people laugh.
That is their love. The good and the bad, right and wrong, all belong to them, and only them.
