A story about marriage and mistress.
I like eating onions, but I don't like peeling them. I always feel that an onion is like a heart. When you peel it off, you shed your own tears.
My love is like an onion. I peeled it layer by layer, trying to find the ultimate answer, but in the end, I became someone else's supporting role. The tears that fell were my own bitterness.
Conception: