fierce/wild/violent wind
Xi Murong
Xi Murong
Just bow your head and say goodbye.
Is there anything in the world that can really go back?
What about the river?
Just bow goodbye like this.
Are there rivers in the world?
That will really flow back.
Like the grassland in autumn.
Withered and withered together
Let's meet, too
Meet each other late.
Just like the grasslands in ATEM.
Promise to wither together
Let's make a promise.
A promise to forget each other
It's just that the wind never stops.
Always in a hurry in the forest.
On the side of the mountain, on a strange street corner.
Sweep my mottled heart
Only the gale refused to stop.
Always blowing in the trees in a hurry.
On mountain roads and strange street corners
Passing through my mottled heart
Cleaning, those left behind
Memory is like autumn leaves.
It sweeps those memories.
Falling like autumn leaves