You, Like the Wind

When the wind blows, I force my eyes wide open, as tears streak down my cheeks. I hold my head high. It is the last shred of dignity left to lowly me. You said I was always so stubborn, like a silly little child wandering alone, hiding in a tiny, closed-off corner and clinging to my stubbornness. You said I should have been like the wind, free and untamed, that I wasn't meant to be a child burdened by heartache. You said I should be as fresh and vibrant as my name. In your slightly hoarse voice, you would repeat my name again and again. You called, Qingyang, Qingyang... Theme: