Joseph felt so anguished when he saw her tearful eyes. He lowered his head, kissing Irish's eyes. He also hoped she would get out of this if it were possible. Irish was intoxicated with his kiss and was reluctant to loosen her grip.
Gradually, his body was ardent again, and he hoped to get tangled with her body. If there was a way to remember each other, then it must be this beautiful moment when their bodies were intertwined with each other. At least, when they separated, they could still remember their warmth. That was enough!
Irish always believed that people would come over through many hardships and then find a way to go. And that time, they must be enlightened. It was our more or less dumb sense of what life honestly and deeply meant.
