Love the Country More Than Beauty

I was with you that summer, walking hand in hand on the street. Listen to the sound of the wind and watch the sunset. You said: I will marry you when your hair grows to your waist. I looked at you and smiled and said: I like short hair, how can you marry me. You look at me with a mysterious smile: I use this country to hire you as my wife. I want to be the enemy of the world just to marry you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.