Come with the Breeze

It's the wind that passes through the roses It's the light that shines through the leaves It's the bells tinkling under the eaves It's a cloud that rolls with the wind It's the colorful rainbow after the rain It's the moon that shines on the lake's sparkling light You come here with flowers and willows in your eyes, and there is a smile in your eyes, and the song of the breeze and bright moon is hidden in your smile. I part the clouds and see the sun facing you. The bright moon is exquisite, blending with the faint fragrance of a beautiful woman picking plums under the moon. It's the bright star in the sky It's the clouds painted by the rising sun It's the fragrance that no one spreads on the empty mountain It's the first touch of green on the branches It's one or two cries from the bottom of the leaves It's the drunken red color of lotus cheeks after a summer rain You came here with flowers and willows, and the skirt of your skirt is holding the wind, and the wind gently ripples the waves of peach blossoms in the spring water. I see the sun facing you under the clouds, in the clear sun, warm with the morning dew and the fragrance of apricot flowers beside the sloping path of the mangroves. She is the image of everything good. He was originally looking for a tutor for his "autistic" nephew, but on this spring day, it was like the breeze tickling the tip of his nose, making him feel itchy. Love? Love! This is the most beautiful dream! Want it? Want it! With the warmest affection! "The forbidden love between a tough guy in the military camp and a tutor" is on stage!