I often think, what would I do if the world didn't have you?
I dare not think about it, because when this issue comes up, my nose will be sore and my eyes will be wet, and then my tears will be like the overflow of the Yellow River.
I also like to ask you this question.
What would you do if the world didn't have me?
You always smile and say: "It's no big deal, just find another bed partner!"
I am angry and will pounce on you and bite your ear.
And you will hold me in your arms with a smile, and then say in my ear with a voice as light as mist:
"I lied to you, fool. If the world didn't have you, there wouldn't be me..."