She saw it at a glance.

His red star is particularly bright.

Like a fire burning on a green hill.

She greeted her kindly.

Half is longing, half is longing.

He did not expect that she would come all the way to meet him.

Half joy, half consternation.

And she, too late to talk to him.

Just take out the one on the border.

A telegram ordering him to "return as soon as possible"