I thought you loved me, so on the day I married your father, you would have a private chat with your father, and even had your legs broken.
I thought you loved me, so the woman you found had very similar features to mine. She is just my substitute.
I thought you loved me, with your care and kindness in this deep courtyard. These are all proofs of your love for me.
But later I knew everything. Why, I am living in one lie after another, in one deception after another.
