Are you my happiness?
Are we happy together?
Is this just an interlude, a period that proves that my university, in addition to the professional courses in books, also has an unusual luxury worth cherishing? Yes, we are lucky. Only the two of us can recall this luxury. It is our patent, because no third person will know about it, because it is not humane enough for outsiders.
Ridiculous, really funny. But are we wrong?