The wind died
The summer that year was extremely hot
The free and lively wind failed to go out in that summer
Obviously everything is stretching one's life
Only the wind will never blow again
The season that belongs to me and the wind is over
I started to hate summer after that
Why was it not me who left in silence?
It's because I am a tree
We can only take root in this land
Do you watch others leave?
(Tree owner's perspective)
Purpose: Teenagers' exploration and shaping of self-identity, as well as self-solution to the problem of psychological collapse under major events