Today I asked about the south wind
Usually early in the morning it blew and beat a vague blur
Today he seems to leave
I wonder where he went
Lovely day
When we are in convoy with
You are the wind and I was always a cloud of your life
It's just that everything has passed
And I was just lightning in the shadow
And the bitterness is a thorn in your blast
Now is the time to commemorate, not the time to miss
Today is the time to remove, not to grow
So let the wind to go south without looking back
So I'm willing to blow without greeting him back
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