I am afraid that I will spend the rest of my life writing a long poem for you, but it is a pity that the words cannot mention your name. Although I am also tired of the confusion or nonsense of reality, I pray that friends will not get what they want, and don't love someone just because they happen to like you. I said sixteen years old, give me a lover, look forward to growing old crazily, and I will never go back to your island.