The flowers on the kapok tree are floating in the wind. In the distant wind and rain, I never forget my home. Every time I see the full moon, I don't have the luxury of gathering at home. People know the bitterness, but they say joyful words. Fortunately, the wind comes to accompany me. I am afraid that ruthless things will blow away the flying flowers. I hope we can be in harmony and travel together in the world.
