I thought I was just used to this kind of life and accepted this marriage where we were destined to treat each other as guests. But a cold wind made me understand completely: I have remembered a joke from my youth for so many years. It turns out that you have always been the untouchable drop of my heart. You have a cinnabar mole on your heart. I only need to make a circle of stitches on your skirt. May there be only warm sunshine and no wind and rain for the rest of your life.
Conception: