Autumn passes and spring comes, who pities the wind and lotus in Quyuan, the youth is white, but it is just a fleeting life. I have tried my best to live up to this fleeting time. I just want to see a snowy moon, wind and flowers with you, and not miss your life like a summer flower. You fall into the city of my country, cover my years, and be my king. This is enough.
Intention: I am willing to hold my son's hand and grow old together with him