Traitor, thief, I call him "traitor".
Prince, I call him "brother".
The person I call a traitor would cry when others said "Your mother is a maidservant" when he was young. When he was young, he would laugh when others said "What kind of thing is it?"
The man I call his brother was careful and loving towards me when I was young, and he was unbridled doting on me when I was young.
"My mother is a maidservant"
"Get behind me"
"Good, the royal sister is elegant"
"Stupid"
The flower remembers who went there, and asks for the date of return.