That wind chime belongs to a friend who left not long ago. Is he lonely or afraid that I will forget him? Let the wind chimes send my thoughts? Quietly, without words, let the wind chimes whisper softly, and the sparks from the collision between the wind and the bell beat my heart. I am like a wind chime hanging on the window. Only wind energy allows me to play beautiful music. Without the wind, I am lonely.
On windy days, my long hair is scattered and my memory is scattered. I stand on the high roof, I want to shout loudly, I want to shout out the sadness of the sky in the wind. The background of life is a wall, and we are used to it. There is a sucker on the wall, and we are sucked and stuck to it, slowly extending ourselves. I'm just a symbol of years of humiliation.