"Grandpa, does this story sound a little sad?"
"Love is never sad."
How can love be sadness for those who have love in their hearts? Is withering the sadness of a blooming flower?
"What's the end of the story?"
"It's waiting."
"What about after waiting?"
"After waiting, there will be no more."
"What about the destination we are waiting for?"
"Waiting is the destination."
"Isn't this a tragedy?"
"No, it's the years."
Concept: For the lover, how can love be a tragedy?