You are the joy of youth. Read it backwards. The boy I like is you. I like you, like the yellowed part of an old story that has lost its voice. I like you, like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles, regardless of the date of return. I like you... I copied the love words, and they are all true when I want to tell you. Jiang Chuan, I still like you very much, just like when I was young.