A self-composed poem, written in the form of an envelope tour

It's hard to break up

The Yellow River twists and turns, making it difficult to walk.

All you have to do is stand at the bow,

I told you to be cruel this time,

I can't hate you.

The Yellow River is winding and has many dangerous beaches.

You are the water that pushes the boat,

I said I was going to break up this time,

It's always so hard to say it.