There is no desire, so there is no hope, so there is no gain, so there is no loss, so there is no grief. She was never greedy, never longed to be like that woman, standing beside him. She didn't want to wait around, so she found a husband early. She had never shown this love and turned all the memories of that person into a glass of wine. If you don't savor it, if you don't taste it, it will exist forever. She has nothing to ask for, so she will always be in the corner. She can be happy just by watching him grow old hand in hand with her. Perhaps no one will believe it until the end, but there will always be more women like this in the world, who are content with ordinary lives and silent love, and are the most silent and passers-by.