The wind is blowing,

Endless sorrows,

Blowing away the clouds,

Blowing sunshine.

But he can never blow away the sorrow that fills his heart.

small streams,

Rolling waves,

Lapping small stones,

Flowed down the distance in a zigzag,

But I can't catch the traces that I keep.

Yesterday's sun doesn't dry today's clothes,

Yesterday's wind can't blow today's melancholy.

Time will always be silent,

Gently swiped past the side,

inadvertently

Another year passed.

Cold comes and goes, spring, summer, autumn and winter,

The old tree has an extra ring of annual rings,

I still stand in the wind and rain,

Just like that, I stood all the time,

I've long been used to it,

The feeling of being blown by the wind.

I don't know how many times in the wind,

How many times in the rain,

I don't want to open the floodgates of memories,

I just want to hide it quietly,

Tightly closed, tightly closed,

A long-term lockdown.

If the flower of forgetfulness can bloom,

I'll definitely pick one with my own hands,

Planted in his own yard,

Embracing each other day and night,

Forget what was once and again.

If you can eat the fruit of forgetfulness,

I'd rather eat it as the only food,

I just want to wipe those green memories clean,

Leave no trace.

Warm breeze,

It's a unique scenery in spring,

The flowers are yellow and willow green, the warbler sings and the swallow dances,

Only in that brief moment of crumbling,

All that remains is the deep green of late spring.

If I were a river,

The last thing I want to do is the river in the spring,

I don't like the hustle and bustle of the world,

Just want to be in a quiet corner,

Slowly forgotten,

Forgotten by the world.

I don't like the fragrance of spring,

That would only be more intoxicating,

I want to stay in a quiet corner,

Slowly forgotten,

Forgotten by all humans.

I don't like the view of late spring,

And she wanted to say the words before she died,

Into a corner of the upper belt,

Take your time and don't forget,

Forgotten by you.