Send you a white rose, Ye Nan, I am enough to match you.
Ye Nan thought that I must send a bouquet of mint flowers to the girl in my arms, which is cool and pleasant, so that she can know that my love for her will never fade away.
Even after many years, she would still think of that bright afternoon, with green grass, flying butterflies, and the scent of camphor wood all over the road.
Conception: