When we first met, our hearts were filled with ups and downs.
But it can't resist the wind passing by among the reeds, and we suddenly know each other and then separate.
When everything calms down, Angelica,
There is an old wind passing through, and the rustling sound is like a whisper.
Your whisper is like the light of my sword,
It's so gentle that it's dazzling, and it's so dazzling that it disappears.
I know this is a piece of writing, so proceed with caution.
Conception: