I often tell people that I have loved two people in my life, a man and a woman.
But no one could accompany me to the end.
When I was old, I often basked in the sun in the yard, thinking about the romantic past of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and I felt very happy.
As I was thinking about it, I thought of that person: "Eat an orange."
However, no one has peeled oranges for me for a long time.