The man I love deeply got married, but the bride is not me.
He became attached to me through my paintings, which made me never believe in true love in this world again.
Until he came and brought me from the mud to heaven, I listened to the voice in my heart and became his woman. It turned out that as long as I was with him, the chirping of insects and birds became the most beautiful music. If he was willing to pamper me, I was willing to marry.
