"Uncle", there used to be a girl who always liked to call me that.
If I don't reply to her, she will keep yelling. If I reply to her, she will ask: "Uncle, what are you doing? Why don't you go back to your home?" Then she raises her head and stares at me motionlessly with her big innocent eyes.
She loved me very much at that time. . .
Intention: Ordinary and simple, if we meet, we will stay together.