At that time,
Who promised that the wind would spread all over the world?
Who promised that the bright moon would be in the sky?
For whom do we have a game of black and white?
For whom I sang a song of mourning.
Willing to fall into chaos,
Each other, forget each other.
Now, she has reached the end of the wind, looking down upon the world, but she only wants to be chased by the flowing water.
The plain clothes are as empty as hers, and her back can be seen in the wind.
All the sufferings I have experienced in this world are gone once I stare at it.
The flowers fell on my shoulders, I was confused and finally woke up from the dream.
The wind passes through all things, to the heart.
——Adapted from a preface by Qiange Weiyang
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