It was all luck for me to have captured this image just right. The leaping joy of love deep in the lady's bounding heart as surfaced on her supple face is contrasted and thus accentuated by the bespectacled man's wooden face and the barely lit face of the bowing man, as if telling that he was disheartened, on the far right. The message that love comforts is radiating strongly from the two main subjects on the left part of the scene, but met with the stone coldness of the right half. It is this tension which gives a lingering aftertaste to viewers.
Looking at the lovers, who won't envy people who have both youth and love in their grasp. Some think that youth is a state of being. I say that it is a state of mind. And love is not just a matter of tenderness, kisses on the lips and repetitions of sweet talks. It is more a readiness to accept coming what may be, an intensity of enthusiasm and a freshness of the soul. These can happen more often to a younger life. But when they are found in a man or woman of an older age, be surprised that underneath the wrinkled skin is the richer deposit of and a more vigourous appetite to share such qualities. These people tend to have a spirit never covered with snow too – which is the essence of youth.
So, if the two young lovers are replaced by two older people, will we be even more jealous? I bet.