It was prosperous for a while,
Gradually the whole city became desolate.
It has been a long time since I heard any news from the human world.
Is that you? The eyes swaying in the wind, the delicate hands blowing away in the wind, the helpless sigh in the wind, and the plain return in the wind.
Is that love? The ups and downs of sadness in the world, the joys and sorrows gathered in the world, the wounds healing in the world, and the entangled clutches in the world.
Is that pain? And the pain is so sad! Is that the vicissitudes of life? The vicissitudes of life are so empty! Is that nostalgia? That nostalgia is so clueless! Is that regret? And regret is so unknown!
Is that news from the human world? But the news in the human world is already so far away, as if it is so far away from me in another world.