Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? I miss you like a dragon, and I hear sobbing. Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears. Thinking of you is like a lonely lamp, dying all night. I miss you like a candle at night, and I weep a thousand times. Thinking of a gentleman is like a hundred herbs, stirring spring scenery.
Let's just call a hundred herbs spring a gentleman, shall we?