This is a call from far away in time and space, a pursuit from billions of light years away...
When did the seed called "love" take root and sprout in the heart, and when did it grow and wrap around the heart? Is it when we accompany and support each other day and night; when we fight hand in hand to find the way back to our homeland, or is it under the moonlight when we first met that beautiful moonlight that seemed unreal?
None of this matters anymore. What matters is that no matter what, you found me in the trough and dark period of my life, and led me to find my home and into the light. What matters is that no matter how our identities change, no matter happiness or disaster, we can always stick to the original love and vows, and spend our whole lives loving that person until death separates us. These are enough...