The girl's slender body swept through the October wind,
There is still bright sunshine in the early autumn afternoon,
But it is so chilling that one feels despair.
The snow-white skirt flutters in the air,
Like a dancer's gorgeous skirt raised and swaying lightly.
She raised her arms and danced like the flying sky in the painting,
One of the most gorgeous and desolate dances.
A dance that turns into mourning.
Send me to the river breeze, the river breeze can't understand the sadness in my heart
Bury me in the river, the river is surging and heartbreaking
A sad song comes from the clouds, but I don't know where it turns into sadness]
This is a story that I have been brewing since I was in high school. It is a reflection of my life experience and the story line of my own organization. It is a short story about youth, growth and strength. I hope that in our youth, no matter how much sadness we experience, we can eventually grow up in the wind.