Happiness, what exactly is it? Is it me and him admiring the pearl and snow together?
Miserable, what is it? Is it when the pearl of snow falls?
All this seems to be inconclusive...
Who is right in this story? Who is at fault?
Marriage amid jealousy, love amid kindness, are destined to be entangled in this life...
Is it love? Or hate?
When we drew the ground as a prison, we discovered that the leek orchid in July has quietly bloomed again...