Lin Yushen, after we separated, I realized that there are still ten thousand love words I haven't said to you.
If you run around and make trouble, I will definitely keep you in jail;
If you act like a spoiled child, I might also join you in pouting and giggling;
When it's windy or rainy, I'll hold an umbrella for you to clear the way, so you won't catch a cold;
I will still listen to your chatter until I grow old;
Also, idiot, if you fall asleep, I will help you cover yourself with the quilt, so that you can feel at ease knowing that I am here.
Thank you that the years are so short. Looking back, our separation was just a blink of an eye.
Thank you that the years have been so long, that you are still by my side, going round and round, walking and stopping.
First person narrative.
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Intention: The so-called loving someone does not mean generously wanting to give, but earnestly having to give.