Let's see how the gods vividly interpret "jealousy";
Let's see how a touch of green grass roots stumble among the myriad of purples and reds.
I just lament that marriage is a chance meeting, and God's will is unpredictable.
There is a saying:
Beautiful flowers in the fairyland,
Not even a blade of grass.
Until I miss you all,
Don't let beauty age you down.