Nobody understands when a woman makes a choice to marry and have children, in one way her life begins, but in another way, it stops. You build a life of details, and you just stop and stay steady, so that your children can move. And when they leave,they take your life of details with them. You are expected to move on again, but you don't remember what it was that moved you, because no one's asked you in so long. Not even yourself.
Now I want to keep it forever，I want to love you the way I do now for the rest of my life.
I can't make an entier life disappear to start a new one.
All I can do is try to hold on to both of us somewhere inside of me.
I'm coming to you as you coming to me for so long. Although we haven't know each other before the date.
This kind of certainty comes once in a lifetime.
Seems right now, that all I have done in my life was making my way here to you.
The true love belongs to the adults.
Love is magic, but without responsibility,its magic will gone.
Love won't obey our expectation. Its mystery is pure and absolute.