Come with me. Give you the anxiety. Give you the love letter. Give you the sleepless night. Give you the morning in April. Give you the first bite of the ice cream. Give you the last fish ball from Haidilao. Give you the hand. Give you the embrace. Give you the ticket. Give you the trek. Give you the waiting. Give you the key. Give you the home. Give you the loneliness and the remaining sixty years of my life. Give them all to you.