She always wore red clothes, like cinnabar, like poppies... Finally, someone asked: "Girl, why do you always wear red clothes?" "I... I'm afraid that when I turn around, he will disappear." "Oh, infatuated person! You know, the world is just a dream." The man had gone away, leaving her alone. Two lines of clear tears covered his face: "Why? You didn't even give me a chance to change my wedding dress."