Love Passes by Like the Wind

The wind passing by is not traceless, and the wind standing is not cold. In such a chaotic world, in such a chaotic love affair, who will migrate for a long season, in vain, and who will make a weak stop, but without direction? Su Ru does not know who will end up in whose world, and who will forget whom in the world... In the legends circulating in the world, everyone, acquainted or not, finally thought that she was really the old woman described by the walking singer, who had lost all her greenness and beauty. And I was just a coward and idiot, relying on you day after day in endless sighs. Legends in the world of humanity are like the wind. Doesn't it say that the wind passes without leaving a trace and the fragrance lingers in the wind? Why can't our love be seen in the world? Why does it end up with such an ugly and ferocious appearance amid the entanglement of love and hate?