"I suggest you go upstairs to clean up,
and then write a note
to find a healthy woman.
I love my wife,
but if I can do it again, I won't do it.
No one will tell you.
This disease will steal everything that you love her,
her body, smile and memory,
sooner or later she will lose all mobility, and
finally she can’t even dress herself
and then becomes more interesting.
Clear her excrement.
Cold face, dementia. The disease
is not a disease, it is just a Soviet novel. "
The ending is like a fairy tale, and it cannot conceal the paleness of reality...
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