There’s not a direct translation but it describes a deep emotional tie or nostalgic longing for someone one was fond of and is now lost. It’s been described as “the love that remains” or “the love that stays” after someone is gone.
I like that—the love that stays.
It’s the love that stays that makes me swell up with tears when I watch my daughter run, unabashedly down the hall.
It’s the love that stays that makes me so very grateful for the people that are here now.
It’s the love that stays that reminds me what’s important.
It’s the love that stays that triggers the senses to make one live again.
Gratitude and love to those that have have moved on but have planted your love here, to stay, with all of us.