The gentle wind and rain, through the blue window, make me miss you for a long time. The slender hand pillow, the autumn wavelength, the night memory of the corridor bridge. The moon reflects the tr

The gentle wind and rain, through the blue window, make me miss you for a long time. The slender hand pillow, the autumn wavelength, the night memory of the corridor bridge. The moon reflects the trees, the flowers dance, and the ruthlessness goes nowhere. Tears, tears

It should be a poem about friendship

Seeing the gentle breeze and drizzle outside through the window, how can it relieve my lovesickness.

In the middle of the night, I couldn’t sleep alone, looking around between the covered bridges (my lover).

The lonely tree under the moon, the grass dances in the wind, where did my lover leave me?

Tears dripping down my face, I burst into tears and waited until dawn.

That’s probably what it means (? *`? * )?