You are the North Atlantic Warm Current, and I am Murmansk Port. Your arrival has turned my world into an ice-free port.

Go west, cross the terminator line, cross the Japanese line, and go back to the day when I first met you.

You are my mild maritime climate. To me, you are always warm.

The tides in the Pacific Ocean rotate back and forth with the earth, and I won't be lazy if I miss them. I will keep all my dreams for you.

I am willing to be a fatuous Zhou Youwang and ruin my country just to make you laugh.

You are the emperor and I am the prime minister. All I can think about is defending you, but you always want to get rid of me.

I am a firm materialist. I didn't believe in idealism until I met you.

I suddenly dreamed that I had crossed to Athens, and I became Socrates with a white beard, and you were the law that I would rather die than stick to.

You are my sun. Winter solstice, the longest night, and I am closest to you. You gave me all the tenderness.

The meeting of cold and warm air always brings tears, but I am happy to meet you.

You are my Millennium, take me into the bliss world and let me see the prosperity of the world.

Obviously closed to the outside world, how can I meet you and directly reform and open up.

You are vernal equinox from summer solstice. In my youth, you are the longest day.

You are my North Star. I live in the northern hemisphere just to see you.