Water Yi

The wind is rising, the wind is sweeping the entire famous city, the fantasy of love is swaying in the wind, you and I are the password of love, chasing after me is the reappearance of miracles. Turning the impossible into possible, life and death, love, falling flowers and stopping writing are all windows of the wind. The wind after the storm is so cool, it goes straight to the trauma in my heart, the gears of fate are turning.