Songs, jokes and stories of thieves and policemen

A man stole a watermelon and sang as he ran: Running with the wind is the direction, chasing the power of lightning, stuffing a round watermelon in my chest, even a thief can escape far away. Flying with the wind, dreams have wings, dare to steal, dare to run and dare to break through. The old lady who planted watermelon cried while chasing: Look at my tears, don't look back. Look at my tears, you don't look back, you cry, your tears dry up, your heart turns to dust, and you don't want to give me the melon I want. How should I face my broken heart? I gave you the melon and I don't regret it. I just hope you can give me a chance to fly. After all, the stolen heart needs comfort, and so do you.