We Can't Hold Hands, We Grow Old Together

The book says: Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him - this is too luxurious for us. So, if we can't hold hands, let's grow old together! Treasure! This story may be a bit cliche, about a bad girl, getting pregnant out of wedlock, getting married, her husband's body cheating, and her own spirit cheating. Everything is just a fateful arrangement that ordinary people cannot avoid, and we can't see through it after all. We are struggling in this secular world, ups and downs. Life is passing by like this. Looking back, what does it matter if you love it or not? Every day of life should be cherished! Under the blue sky, with the stars shining brightly, I would find a tree and sit down occasionally, like Godot, waiting for an unpredictable miracle. When I get old, I will sit down and reflect again, and I will find that I have gone very far, very far away yesterday...