Isn't love supposed to be like "the clothes are getting wider and wider, but you won't regret it in the end, and you will feel haggard because of your love"?
Shouldn't love be like "There was a time when the sea was like water, but except for Wushan, it was nothing like clouds"?
Shouldn't love be like a winged bird in the sky, and like a branch on earth?
Shouldn't love be like "The silkworm's threads will not be used up until the silkworm dies, and the candle's tears will not dry up until the wax torch turns to ashes"?
Love for life? Not enough. I want to be with you forever.