If I were the wind, the modern poem begins; If I become the wind, I will go to the place where my mother works.

If I become the wind

Go to the place where the teacher is bending his desk

Slowly and slowly

Take the teacher’s bent back Straightening up bit by bit

If I become the wind

I will go to a place without joy

Gradually happily

Smooth people’s tired wrinkles one by one

If I become the wind

I will go to the coldest place

Gently and softly

Drive away the darkness of the world gently and persistently little by little

If I become the wind

I will go to the little girl’s place

Gently and softly

Realize the girl’s longing dreams one by one

If I become the wind

Come to your side< /p>

Gently and softly

Tell me how much I miss you over and over again