I believe each man may have had these two women; or at least two:-
"The holy white rose and the hot red rose".
Once he has married the red rose,
As time goes by,
The red rose changes to the red touch of mosquito blood on the wall;
While the white rose is still the beautiful moonlight out of the window.
However once he has married the white rose,
The white rose becomes the tiny sticky rice dipped on his shirt;
While the red rose is still like the cherry angioma on his chest.
Time beautifies the pulsation and polished the excitement.
The things you can't get are always causing commotion.
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