The young man and the bandage spirit met for the first time. They exchanged wine with the breeze and admired the unparalleled tenderness buried in despair in Yuan Yuan's eyes. You coward who is afraid to touch even cotton, I embrace you with the blooming spring flowers, the gentle breeze in summer, the continuous rain in autumn, and the silent snow in winter. I will stay with you for a while, and from now on, it will be a midsummer.
Purpose: Describing life in Yokohama