The familiar wind blows across the face.
I was a little sad when I apologized,
Walking forward, I was very confused.
Where the wind blows, it always smells like your hair.
The neon night sky, is it beautiful or camouflage,
Quiet street, still feel flustered,
I began to feel a little lonely and eager,
Empty eyes, revealing confusion,
Who will be instructed by Unknown III?
Stars, you blink, the moon is still bright,
Looking for a new time,
Silent passion, solidified past,
The past is like smoke, no longer confused.
I changed it for you to make the context of the three paragraphs clearer. They all rhyme.