He said: "I will love you at least for the rest of my life."
I turned my head and looked at the person in front of me who was holding my hand tightly and looking at me, with a smile like the winter sun on his face, quiet and peaceful. I was thinking that great joy and sorrow may not need to be expressed too strongly on the face. Extreme joy does not necessarily mean smiling, and extreme sadness does not necessarily mean crying. I think he really loves me, and he hides his joy and sorrow because he really loves me and makes me miserable.
I hugged him, with tears in my eyes. I was walking in the square, and someone played the guitar and sang in the wind, paying homage to the late "I miss you so much".