I used to be a willful and stubborn person.

It's hard to be lonely when you meet a bosom friend.

The sword is unsheathed and free.

Both good and evil are killed in the heart.

Don't envy frost and snow, the piano and flute are deep for a hundred years.

Fresh clothes and angry horses live up to youthful frivolity.

I work hard, too, don't I? _?