Will You Be My Wine-Colored Stone?

I stood under a willow tree and in front of her, feeling nothing but nervousness. After taking several deep breaths, I finally made up my mind to speak: "The story is very long, but to make it short. I have liked you for a long time." Her answer to me was this sentence - "If I am tired of seeing the scenery and tired of walking. Are you willing to turn into a stone of wine and lust and let me lean on you for the rest of my life?"