The Last Wind Rises

Lately there has been a voice asking me at night, do I still miss her? I don't know where this voice comes from, nor who she is referring to. Thinking about it, it must be a story from a long, long time ago, but it seems like it was yesterday. Whenever this sound sounded, I always felt inexplicably heartbroken. I tossed and turned several times, but still couldn't fall asleep. So, in the midst of melancholy, I picked up a pen, trying to resolve this melancholy in the tip of my pen.