A generation.
She asked, do you ever remember me?
He said, this is the first time I met young lady, how can I remember her?
II.
He asked, have we ever met?
She said, slaves are humble, how can they be remembered by His Majesty?
III.
She looked at his back and sighed softly, there are trees in the mountains and trees have branches, but you don't know how happy you are.