Pandaren

I like you even though this is probably the most selfish thing in the world You tell me to go east, and I will give you green grass like a lamb. If you ask me to face the west, I will reflect your colorful clouds like the setting sun. You call me to the north, I am your lily in the winter wind If you let me go south, you will be my bride in the sky. East, west, north and south, you are my tender lover and the star in my longing. I like you You are the richness of my fruits, the longing flowing in my blood. You are the warmth holding hands in my dream I like you, measured, controlled, ecstatic, crying. I like you no matter how many times I say it, even if it burns it is better than fading, I like you