I sit alone on the windowsill,
Quietly listening to the sound of the breeze.
The swaying of the leaves,
It confused my young mind.
The faint twilight light on the horizon,
Does it indicate the future or the way forward?
A light fragrance,
Reveals the direction of the wind.
It just blew by, not caring how far ahead its goal was.
It is such persistence and belief that the dream will eventually come true.
Use youth to portray the beautiful wishes in your heart.
Whenever we open the window,
Looking into the distance,
The breeze will blow quietly,
Run to the other side of the sky.
Looking back suddenly,
Only then did I realize that it was the persistence of dreams and the paradise of the heart.