A thing is a thing, no matter what you put in front of it. Big car, slow car, chauffeur-driven car, is still a car.
Love? Romantic love, platonic love, filial love, quite different?
uxoriousness , excessive love for one’s wife
……We’re the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.
finally,you shock me instead of using mother language
congratulations!