At that prime age, in that gentle and relaxing season, he appeared. His face and eyes were exceptionally bright and soft, making people feel comfortable like a breeze. But it was just because he was a wisp of wind. He blew past my ear and I caught it after all. As soon as the wind blew by, I felt a lot of regret for not being as gentle as he was at that time. He was like fishing for the moon in the water. He was hard to come by. Standing in the wind, feeling the wind blowing by and slowly recalling it.
Intention: I couldn't keep the person I wanted to keep