A Collision with the Spring Breeze

"The Wind That Crashed Into Spring" Written by Huifeng Wu I want to cut open The cleanest glass In my life And give it to you Dark green ribbons and long hair Standing on tiptoe, your face turned up A pen attentive in class, nails growing smooth and round Winding mountain roads and an empty bus Speaking in our hometown dialect My cropped hair turned straw-yellow I grew thin as a horse starved to death I grew my nails long, crusted with ugly scabs I stopped reading, preferring to swallow clouds of smoke I heard so many words Accents sharp as weapons, and words that contradicted the heart All that's left is an engine Struggling desperately, crawling and fighting Crashing into white shirts, spring, and sorrow Still wanting to be clean When I come to love you Rich light / wooden floors / your graceful profile / perfect figure [High school / ballet / filmmaking / the slow days of the past / secret crush] Theme: