He is elegantly dressed in white, like snow falling in the cold winter, standing in a bright place accepting the admiration and worship of the people all over the world.
He said that God can only be with God, and this has never been the case throughout the ages.
His black clothes were falling, like a lonely shadow, only appearing where everyone could not see him.
He said, no matter what god or immortal, as long as he can be with the woman he loves, what's the point of risking the disapproval of the world?
However, the man in white and black is the same person!
Does she like the light of day or the hustle and bustle of night?
If she liked the day, why was her heart empty and filled with loneliness when the night left? If she likes the night, why is she so happy when day comes?