There are three thousand weak water, but I hope you only take one scoop.
I understand that you can give up all kinds of friendships for your achievements, but this does not mean that I will lose my pride.
I'll turn around, I'll leave, no worries.
Believe me, what is lost will eventually pass away.
My pride is no match for that thin love.
Thousands of blood spilled, millions of love, but a warm song.