You are the wind, passing through the heart, awakening the dream that has been sleeping for a thousand years, blowing away the beautiful sadness, and infatuation blooming with warmth. You are the wind, soaked in the whispers of June, making those who are in love and destined to fantasize. You are the wind, taking away the clouds, blowing away the thoughts all over the place, rippling the melancholy loneliness, always imagining the figure at the ferry in the world of mortals.
You are the wind, disturbing the annual rings of time, rolling up snowflakes, and freezing memories. Even if you are frozen, you will quietly appreciate the shadowless wind of time. You are the wind, drying up the wrinkled thoughts and quietly picking up the flushed past. You are the wind, blowing back into the south sky, carrying the wet and sticky breath to the eyes and nose, shaking up the tiredness that just fell asleep, making the thoughts hard, but bringing a kind of relaxation to the depths of the soul.
You are the wind, blocking out all the pain and filling my heart with beautiful scenery. When you arrive, quietly watch you gently brushing against the traces of passage. Maybe you will think of me. I wouldn't be that unfamiliar.
You are the wind, and you need a quick trip to get out of the lost city. In this life, if you are lucky enough to be embraced by happiness, of course you must bloom to your heart's content and have a love that does not take care of yourself. How many times can one's heart be ignited in life? Who doesn't look forward to untouched happiness? The shackles of life imprison you and me. Riding on the barrier of the moonlight of the lotus pond, we hold hands to escape from the worldly prison and escape from all the worldly disturbances.
You are the wind, holding hands with the dark clouds, burying the night. Under the moonlight, I can vaguely hear your whisper. Even though I can't hug you, you are still in my heart...