A lowly maid falls in love with a noble and charming lady who is as bright as the sun.
The lady is beautiful and elegant. She is the moon in the sky in the hearts of many people. She cannot be touched or desecrated. She is the blush on the plum branches in spring, the dew on the roses in the morning, and the Creator's gift of beauty to the world.
The maid is like the cobwebs in a dilapidated place, the dirty grass in the chicken coop, and a pile of sludge that has been carelessly discarded.
The maid fell in love with the sun. The sun's rays were warm and dazzling. The maid liked such a scorching temperature.
But how is it possible for the mud on the ground to pursue the sun? Even looking at it seems to be a sin.
I love you dearly, but I am mud.
My dear lady, may I kneel down and gently kiss the slightest corner of your gold skirt?
Intention: Seek what is not available, whether it is available