A wisp of smoke seems to be the sadness of waiting, the melancholy in the wind;
When the wind blows, it is the falling of leaves, the loneliness of trees and the silence of shadows;
The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is shaking, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season;
Friends always shelter you from the wind and rain. If you are suffering from the wind and rain in the distance and there is nothing I can do, I will also pray for those storms to befall me.
The light of the sunset disappears as quickly as it is blown away by the wind, just like a good time that can never come back. That feeling, like the last scene of an era.