Cloud versus wind, calm versus movement

Sneer versus blade

You versus me, me versus you

In the blink of an eye, everything becomes empty

The rain is noisy

The snow is falling happily

My heart is not hurt and my blood is not red

Who will understand that everything is not a dream

If love doesn’t hurt, don’t indulge it

If you don’t go crazy, you won’t have a dream

If it weren’t for the wind in the world

Who would have known that the floating clouds once flowed