The prince he picked up never said love to him.
The prince who liked cabbage was like a twinkling meteor, leaving a bright mark on her heart, but in the end, it still became an indelible scar.
I stood on tiptoes and looked at the other side of the distance, not knowing when I would be able to see it.
I knew the thing I wanted to wait for was over there, maybe hidden under a cabbage tree.
Cabbage is like a princess wrapped up in her skirt, guarding my treasure reservedly.
The sun will shine on her, so happy, so happy.
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