C1771 I will Do It

Sam Moreels secretly narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming more and more strange.

"Since the prime minister said this was a poem you wrote before, why don't you make the second half of the poem as well?"

"The king doesn't want to see you. When the Yellow River comes up, you will run to the sea and never come back. If you don't see me, I will be sad and sad, and my hair will turn into snow