You once asked me innocently what the taste of tears was? I smiled and said, "Don't you know it once you taste it?" You looked into my eyes seriously and said, "Because I love you, I don't want to see you cry, let alone taste your tears." At that moment I laughed, smiling brightly and happily. Then, I leaned gently on your shoulder and whispered in your ear: "The taste of tears is like sea water." Why do you ask? And I just smiled and said "Secret."