Reading through the whole poem is to write about the thoughts of people who have been fighting outside for a long time for their loved ones at home. "Hold your hand and grow old with your son." It is the oath of this pair of lovers, and it is also a beautiful vision. But this poem has become a pity.

I am rich, but I am still alive. With a sigh, it's too far to meet.

Sorry, but I believe it. Sighing so lonely won't let us keep our promise.

How sad it is that the war tore the lovers' beautiful dreams to pieces. Let's see the soldiers' eyes looking at their hometown in the battlefield at sunset. ..........

My humble opinion, I hope it helps.