The south wind blows gently, and I already think of you.
In my little castle, I thought I didn't have a little prince. Suddenly one day, a little prince riding a horse and holding a gun stood under the castle. He smiled at me and said, I am the little prince you have been waiting for. I am here to protect you and you are here.
To the south of Nancheng is longing, and to the north of Beicheng is longing.
A love that lasted for twenty-seven years blossomed into flowers.