Dreaming Back to February Spring

The wind in February and the rain in March are always so weak and refreshing. It is as bright as the morning light, and when the sky is clear, it caresses the slightly wet earth, and everything is indulged in it. How many times did I look back before I met once in this life. A few years later, things and people have changed, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the February spring breeze that is buried forever.