I wander in the rivers and mountains, but you are so far away from me.
That day we met in the wind, heard your whispers, and smelled your fragrance.
In an instant, we were separated in the wind, without saying goodbye or saying goodbye.
Time, forgetting time, only remembering the momentary nostalgia and involvement.
Time, don't believe in eternity, only believe in the moment when they intersect with each other.
——Excerpt from the song "Pocahontas"