Last Moment Poem by Jiakai Sheng

Five, two, ten.
Five fingers interlocked; two people looked into each other; zero distance between the lovers
It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share the same boat
A thousand-mile marriage is bound by a single thread
Even if it exists only in fantasy, one will still make a dream
Let emotions cleanse the soul
Linger in the shadow until there's no strength left
The person stopped breathing—it doesn't matter
It's not about love fading