Red beans, red beans
"Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing. Have you heard of this poem?"
"No."
"Now that I've heard it, I'll give you red beans."
"Okay."
I am willing to walk with you all the way, I am willing to share the joys and sorrows with you, I am willing to live and die with you in the same quilt, I am willing to hold your son's hand and grow old together with you, I am willing to be with you forever, life after life, and never be separated.