Ten years ago, he and I were dependent on each other; ten years later, we are together again. But everything around us is different, and so are we. Ten years is such a long time, so many things can be changed, let alone such an unforgettable decade. In fact, I would rather this is a dream, and when I wake up, I find that nothing has changed; maybe I hope this is not a dream, because ten years of trials have brought our hearts closer. There is a broad agreement between life and death. Talk to your son, hold your hand, and grow old together with your son.