The wind in April that year we met was really warm, and it blew you
The wind in December of the year we left was really cold and took you away
In the end, the wind in August of that year really pierced my heart and left me.
I still remember the time when we met in the flower field in the early years, when the wind rose and fell, facing the sunset and turning my back to you, everything belonged to you, do you remember? When you first met me, you were clumsy and couldn't speak nice words. Later, when you left, I died too. I no longer liked musical instruments, no longer missed the flower field, and no longer smiled.
Occasionally there is a breeze blowing, just like the tenderness when we met back then, accompanied by dandelions floating in the air and falling on the stone you were sitting on. My father died early, and everyone said that young people are unstoppable. The same is true for you. After I left, I thought I could come back, but I can't come back. Don't wait any longer. The winter wind is cold and you are weak. Don't hurt yourself.
Your Highness the Princess, Your Excellency the General, the auspicious time has come, come on.
Intent: A fictionalized version of the tragic song of the Warring States Period