A long time ago, the spring breeze blew through the seven-mile incense growing on the cypress trees. I stood on the hillside and saw the Shiba Inu barking, the cat screaming, and the gray sky crying at five o'clock in the morning. The petals of the seven-mile incense fell on my hair, and no one blew them away gently for me. When can Gu Nan come back here and let me see you again?
Concept: Love is gender-neutral