Afan, Afan...
You are always mine.
Afan, you are so beautiful. But your beauty can only be mine. If one day, someone else owns your beauty, I will destroy you.
Afan, you are really a kind girl, but it would be better if you were just a simple kind girl.
Ah Fan, you saw it, the peach blossoms are flying, it is very festive, but it is also like tears in the sky, so today, I must have an understanding.
Don't make any promises in the next life. What I regret most in this life is knowing you.
It turns out that I really have a name, Afan, but it seems that this name is not in my mouth. It doesn't matter who calls it. It's just that this name and the original me are not cherished. This is true.