The first time we met her was in a spring full of vitality.
No orioles fly, grass grows, no willows linger
Only a red scarf accompanies two people to grow up together
We met, got to know each other, cherished each other, fell in love, and then unexpectedly parted ways.
But when will the west wind come? I don't know how it will change secretly in the fleeting time.
When we meet again in a foreign land as adults, can we fulfill the eternal promise we made when we were young?
Intention: I miss someone far away. I feel something, deep in my heart.