Is it a disaster?
It is a disaster when there are a few days every month when I have to close the door to thank guests and hide under the quilt for fear of some unruly cousins breaking in.
Is this a disaster?
When my flirtatious cousins threw their beloved concubines over, I panicked and protected myself tightly, which was a disaster.
He lived every day in fear, just to return to his fiefdom and become a free and uninhibited free king when he was weak.
However, when I was having the biggest headache, you were like a piece of pie falling from the sky, hitting me in the face. My head hurts even more.
If it is said that it is a blessing and not a curse, but it is a curse that cannot be avoided, then who will I be when I meet you?