The peach blossoms in March are as white as snow, just like our youth. Like that boy wearing a blue shirt and white pants, standing under the sycamore tree and smiling slightly, he never had the courage to confess to you. In fact, it is you that I like. I will study hard and then marry you home. Everyone laughs at my love for being too cheap. If someone is nice to me, I will hug her and say loudly that I like you. I have said ten thousand words that I like you, but in exchange for a hundred words, I don't like you. That boy, will you do the same?