I like you in San Mao's I like you. You let me go to the east, and I will give you grass like a lamb. You told me to go west, and I reflected your rosy clouds into the sunset. You told me to go north, I am the lily in your winter wind, and you told me to go south. You are my bride in the air, east and west, you are my gentle lover, and I miss the stars in my heart. I like you, you are the richness of my fruit, and the thoughts flowing in my blood are the warmth of holding hands in my dreams. I like you to be measured, temperate and ecstatic.