I love no one, Li Po.

I do not.

I do not, indeed." "Then take your lute and sing me the 'Song of the Willow Branches,' which is the saddest song in the world." She shook her head, and blushed.

"I cannot sing that song, Li Po.

I don't feel like singing that song." "Then I must write you another song, Little Golden Bells...".