You flew across my sky, and the clouds in my arms buried your traces deeply.
I often miss the profile of those girls who are either delicate or charming in a hazy dream-like daze. They walked into or left me in their own way. After time has boiled down the rain, I still can't get rid of the mist of the past. Through my tears, I smell the fragrance of the hair of the girl in my dream again...
I wish I could hug you gently like this forever, with my thin but affectionate arms...
I hope you are willing to join me and watch the fragrance from the depths of their souls fill the green grassland under the vast sky.