He is as perfect as a god and makes people admire him infinitely;
He is as pure as the first appearance, making people pity and care for him;
He is as evil as a poppy and makes people want to leave.
And she is just a ghost that is about to disappear, but what, what? You can only look at it, but not touch it?
I can only possess another woman, feeling the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows...