Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one will remain "the bright moonlight in front of the bed." If you marry a white rose, the white one will become a rice stick on your clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on your heart.
In fact, I don't care who was right or wrong in the past, I just know that no one will still be heartbroken when they are seventy years old!