If the wind does not make you falter
Whether I will stand motionless?
Clueless, meaningless?
If the best way is to let the falling leaves blowing in the wind
I better pick up leaves without a sound
Than sitting silent reading your empty face drawing a sorrow
I do not know how the wind can not seduce you
Making a piece of your deepest soul to forgive
Making a smile in the corner of your sight
Because someday you will very sorry for allowing wind curse you
Yet you can still have a chance to fix all the mess
But i'd rather call this beautiful sadness than happiness.
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