I don't hold it anymore, I want to rest.

Pack your backpack today and get ready to go for a walk.

I don't know how long this holiday will be, but I'm ready to empty myself.

However, according to my "urine", it is estimated that it will not be long.

After all, I can't let go of the mountains and seas, I can't let go of you, I can't let go of my Isabella? Pell? Good fortune? Princess Mao.

Well, without further ado, you wish me a great trip.

I wish you all tears of missing me at home.

Well, above