You Marry Me and I Marry Like a Rotten Tree.

I wanted to marry him that year: Hey, you, marry me That year he replied: No, you are too young. That year he wanted me to marry him: Hey, you, marry me That year she replied: No, you are too old . . . . . . . . . . . . . . That year, the rotten trees in the courtyard sprouted He said: I will marry you She replied: You, marry me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The man I fell in love with was my sister-in-law. The man who fell in love with me married my other sister-in-law. The man who wanted to marry me was sent into the arms of another woman. The man I wanted to marry only wanted to be my brother. In the end, someone finally agreed to marry me, but you, I am talking about you. You are just a fox watching a play in the peach blossom forest. Why should you ask me to give birth to a little fox for you!