The ten years of withering in my heart are like an eternal cold wind blowing in my heart. I should have met you in spring, but you did appear in autumn. I am chasing fame and fortune, but you are lying flat in this world. I see you as my past self. I turn my pain into a diary and call your name there again and again. I have never seen you. When I really see you, I call your name over and over again. You can't hear the care in my heart. What I call is you and myself. I hide my thoughts in the wind, hoping that the wind will quietly dissipate my loneliness, and the wind will gently swing, blowing in your eyes when you look at me...
Intention: sweet love, brave pursuit