Sending you my own purple afternoon
When Autumn is ripe on the milk flower branch
The longing for the pig is half lucky
Half coax and comfort those who are far away.
If I were a poet, I would write you burning poems. If I were a musician, I would write you immortal love songs. If you were a programmer, you would write code filled with the flavor of love. And if I could I would do it all for you.