I met the best boy in the world
He pulled me out of the mire and was willing to give me a home
He said he would give me the most beautiful flower on the tree when the peach blossoms bloom.
But he died before spring came
The head was used as a drinking vessel, and the body was hung on the tower to be exposed to the sun.
My spring will never come
My boy will never come back
Then why do people in this world need spring anymore?
Go and bury my boy with him
Concept: The ants you look down on may also overthrow the dynasty