I am wearing a wedding dress, a beautiful crown, and I am marrying you; you are wearing a red robe, holding a beautiful woman in your arms, and you are marrying me; why do you want to provoke me? Do you have me in your heart, do you think of me, and love me? You are about to give me up to others, so why do you still protect me at all times? Only when you lose me do you learn to cherish. When my heart is tired, I don't want to, don't want, and dare not love you anymore, but you beg and force me to only love you.