The wind can't take away the thoughts, feelings, and memories. It can only touch the jumping heart. Rain can't stop the pace of progress, the endless thoughts, and the pain that is increasingly difficult to forget. It can only wake up the anxious impetuousness. He is neither wind nor rain. He does not have the courage to move on and forget the facts of the past. But he is willing to turn into wind and dust and caress her hair.
The wind brought away thoughts, feelings, and memories. She couldn't remember that the arrival of the wind had given her such peace of mind. The rain stopped my progress, my endless thoughts, and all the pain from emerging again. No one had ever made me realize so clearly in the rain that she had loved the person in front of me so crazily, but she could not remember anything. The familiar face seemed to have never been there before. If possible, the rain will keep flowing for him.