You marry, or don’t marry; your mother is right there, suddenly sad suddenly happy;
You remain, or don’t remain; blossoming youth is right there, doesn’t come only goes;
You choose, or don’t choose; goods are just those few, no increase only reduce;
You admit, or don’t admit; black-belly has already appeared, doomed failure without a doubt;
Go into the guy’s embrace, or, let guy live in your heart.
Recovering self — no hope. Can only, be bullied…
