Let's Grow Old Together with You

In the past, the days were slow, the carriages and horses were slow, and the thoughts were also slow. There is no grand confession, no romance between flowers and moonlight, just in a small village, two people in a house, three meals a day, four seasons. I have been noisy, troubled, miserable, tired, But in the firewood, rice, oil and salt, life has become a steady stream. Life is short, short enough to only protect one person; life is long, long enough to grow old together with you.