These old people spent their romantic youth chasing their ideals, dedicated their boiling blood to their careers, and raised their children with hardships. They have shed the sweat they should have shed, they have shed the tears they should shed, they have endured the suffering they should not have suffered, and they have walked the road they should not have taken. They have been looking forward to it as the sun rises in the east, and they have been as glorious as the sun in the sky. They should be as beautiful as the sunset.