I like you, like the morning mist with thin hair and dusk rain. I like you, like watching the horse racing in the Huaxi Pavilion in the deep courtyard. I like you, like the morning dew boiling tea and the sprouts of grass. I like you, like the pipa bouncing under the glazed eaves. I like you, like the thousands of cinnabar and red lines between the eyebrows. I like you, like the prosperous city and the picturesque mountains and rivers. Nuliang Huagu: Xiwu, please, don't leave me. Yugiri: What's wrong? I didn't leave you? Professor: look at me Xiwu looked at Xifu: Xifu, what's wrong? Nu Liang Hua Lao, Professor: No, it's nothing.