The whole poem of Song of the Wind is: The wind is dancing, singing and waving its hands, one with dust and stones, the other with water drops and hay. The wind, in the long journey, is coming back, stepping on two legs, one stepping on the wilderness and the other staying in the cold winter. The wind, forgetting childhood, lost the prospect, wandering in the dusty and flowing time and space. The wind, facing the blue sky, flies to the depths of the ancient snow-capped mountains. The picture of the wind, stepping on the sea and crossing a mirage. Wind, dreams, songs, love, sadness, wind is the portrayal of all things, and wind is the memory of all beings.