Work Text:
"Hey, Yao, if I were a sunflower seed:
would you let me grow?
Keep me out of the winter and away from the snow?
From your pure Chinese soil
and through the bladed grass,
I'd stand up tall with courage and so much class!
But, when the seasons change,
please keep me out of the withering cold
so we can both wilt,
weep,
and grow forever old."
