Love starts from the fact that your snoring keeps me awake, to the absence of your snoring making me unable to sleep. It's about me forgetting your birthday and our wedding anniversary, but I clearly remember that you don't like to eat celery, and you are allergic to cilantro. Love has never been great; it doesn't unfold like the dramatic scenes in TV shows. It is a poem composed of unnoticed details in life, and the ending of this poem is two elderly people with white hair who never let go of each other's hands.