You, sometimes rough and bold, sometimes gentle and graceful; Sometimes arrogant and hot, sometimes ruthless; Sometimes mysterious, sometimes intimate, I can't resist your "magic". I love your own way, your gentleness after rudeness, your enthusiasm after indifference, and everything about you. Therefore, I am willing to tolerate everything about you, including your success and failure, anger and carnival, whistling and whispering, freedom and restriction. You are the wind, the "idol" I have been pursuing.
You are like an unscrupulous baby, crying, laughing and making trouble. When you come to a quiet paradise to play, I built a high wind screen for them, just to stop your vigorous singing and colorful temptation, and I don't want you to set off a long and calm wave. However, when the hard and thick wind screen meets your storm, lightning rush and agitation, it can't be broken one by one.
When you break through the wind screen that hinders your progress, you expose the essence of your indulgence in the wind. You are playing in a paradise that is no longer "quiet". Skim over the bare land, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying your slender waist; Sweep the frozen lake, ripple and raise your skirt; On the dry trunk, take out a little bud and stretch your body. ...
Wind, my "idol", is absolutely strong. In my eyes, you are unparalleled. Let's go together, enjoy the elegance of the four seasons, stir up waves in a quiet paradise, indulge ourselves and play together. ...