"What will you do if I die?"
"Maybe we'll build a building and sing, or raise a glass to celebrate."
"What would you do if I died for you?"
"You won't."
In the smoke of the beacon fire and the bloody rivers and mountains, who has concealed the love from whom for a lifetime, and who has suffered from the lingering love and pain of whom.
Heaven and earth cannot tolerate this kind of love, but it will never end until death.