Make me a Tibetan poem I love Hao Kangning.

I have a soft spot and let butterflies fly.

the word love is precious, so it is hard to tell your feelings.

Hao Qing is charming. She pays attention to her infatuation and follows her.

I cherish the good fortune and happiness. May the flower of love never wither.

Ning Xiu is holding hands, enjoying a brilliant spring, and getting drunk with her bosom friend.