Can we be as happy as them?

Can we be as happy as they are? Every love is like the ravines of time, the inability to love or forget, sweet or sad, like the sound of a passing goose leaving traces. Fortunately, years have passed here, and the Chinese years are long and can heal the past. Loving you is a habit that I take for granted, but it warms my heart. What about you? Can we share a group of happiness like them?