I always thought you wanted to find a rich man, but I can support you on my own, but you don't want me anymore. I worked hard for so long, but you ended up marrying a poor man. I'm a fucking joke. It turns out that it's not because of money, it's because of lack of love. I'm sorry that I misunderstood you for so many years.
If one day, my hair turns gray and I look at the sunset in the distance, as long as you are still by my side, the red sky will be the joy of a wedding in my eyes.
Intention: Choose what you like, or what you like?