In the seventh episode of Grey's, I was so moved by the old couple that I cried.
The elderly over half a hundred years old held the same old hands of the people who had been together for half their lives, and smiled at each other and said "my love, goodbye." Saying goodbye to each other
before each operation, and then again after the operation, say hello.
Because I know from the first time that every goodbye may become a goodbye. This is not a joke. So use a pious and affectionate expression and love to do the final ritual again and again.
If you leave this time, it will not be separated with regret.
Is it like this?
So they said, this is the real mutual affection.
However, it is not only this that touches me.
Perhaps in the heart of the waiting man, he has never really conceived and accepted the possibility of never seeing each other again. So of course I waited for the time to say hello to my lover,
but this farewell has really become a farewell.
The old, calm voice said, don't leave me.
Over and over again.
The old pair refused to stop their hands, persistently repeating futile movements on the heart that had already lost its heartbeat.
As long as you wake up.
God did not grant any miracle mercy, and the bewildered old man did not wait until daylight in the evening and night.
So, what kind of affection is needed to defeat the ruthless time again and again in such a long time of ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty... In this unfeeling and lucky reality.
So those things that lingered with each other gradually became a solid castle in my heart, which is called... a miracle.
To find. How many people have been searching all their lives.
In such a smoky world, is there such an existence? It is worth waiting for us to bury half of our lives.
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