The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. Perhaps this is the most realistic portrayal of this woman's life. I often think about what the meaning of life is. Maybe a thousand people have a thousand answers. Some people live for themselves, some live for ideals, some live for some kind of persistence... Different people have different ways of living, and different ways of living give birth to different wonderful lives...
Intention: great love