The wind is shapeless and the clouds are unsteady.
Dreaming of being as unfettered as the wind,
A person who is as free as a cloud,
But he met a woman who was as erratic as the wind and unpredictable as the clouds.
She is full of charm,
She is mysterious and strange,
She has an innocent smile like a little girl,
In the blink of an eye, it turns into willful, arrogant, and moody;
The gentle gaze that could drip water has become as ruthless as a sword...
Is it ugly? Is it beautiful? Is it strong? Is it fragile?
And what is hidden behind her?
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