The wind

Whenever I'm alone.

I often wonder which way the wind blows.

I often wonder, where does the wind go?

So, a new seed is planted in my heart;

So the wind will carry me along;

Go, where the wind blows.

Time passes quietly.

I still can't find my way.

I don't know where I'm going.

The body is like a broken string kite, being blown at will.

Time to the east, time to the west, time to the south, time to the north.

I began to panic, as if I was looking through my whole life.

But time has given the answer.

Drifting for a long time, the wind, stopped.

In a sea of sunflowers.

I landed gently in the soft soil.

In the near future, I will be born to the sun.

I gradually understand the direction of the wind.

The wind blows without direction.

But with the seed to find the wind, the wind, there is a direction