I often dream about a woman wearing a white dress.
She and I are surprisingly opposite in nature.
I wanted to yell, but she was so calm.
I only drink bitter coffee, but she likes to add enough sugar and milk.
I, Douhua, like to buy salty ones, but she insists on bringing me sweet ones.
I'm irritable and she's gentle.
I am the need, she is the self.
I'm sick.
But I'm not sick.
Intention: The ultimate carnival of needs and self