The Song of the Wind

It is there, worrying about me, tears burning my heart. I have a heart that carries my uncertain return date. Have you ever heard her weeping? Oh wind, and the * book * wind, she weeps in the embrace of time, soothing that anxious heart, lost in the valley of memories. Have you ever seen my heart https : / / m.hetushu .com com ? I have a love deeply buried at the distant edge of the clouds. Would you be willing to travel thousands of miles? Yet I cannot echo it back with the book. Oh wind, wipe away those weeping tears, blow away the everlasting past. This poem is from "The Record of the Fire Beacon and the Wandering Hero," Part Two, Volume One, Chapter One. I have a love deeply buried at the distant edge of the clouds. Would you be willing to travel thousands of miles? Yet I cannot echo it back with the book. Oh wind, wipe away those weeping tears, blow away the everlasting past. This poem is from "The Record of the Fire Beacon and the Wandering Hero," Part Two, Volume One, Chapter One. In the great * book * forest, two innocent girls sing a sincere affection by the beautiful Lake Alice, accompanied by the melodious flute, bringing us into the peaceful tranquility of an era of peace. Yet this also opens the curtain of war with the * book *, in that era of raging flames, perhaps only the wind can convey the myriad tender feelings in our hearts, comforting the tormented hearts filled with longing. In the great * book * forest, two innocent girls sing a sincere affection by the beautiful Lake Alice, accompanied by the melodious flute, bringing us into the peaceful tranquility of an era of peace. Yet this also opens the curtain of war with the * book *, in that era of raging flames, perhaps only the wind can convey the myriad tender feelings in our hearts, comforting the tormented hearts filled with longing. Will you bring me the words from my heart?

It is there, concerned about me

Tears scorch my heart

I have a heart

Take away my uncertain return date

Have you ever heard her weeping

The wind, oh, and the illustrated book of the wind

She weeps in the embrace of time

Soothe that concerned heart

Lost in the depths of memory

Have you ever seen my heart

I have a love

Deeply buried at the distant edge of the clouds

Are you willing to travel thousands of miles

However, I cannot echo it back to the book

Oh wind, oh wind

Wipe away those sobbing tears

Blow away the everlasting past

This poem is from the second part, upper volume, initial chapter of "The Record of the Fire Beacon and the Wanderer." In the beautiful forest of Dahe, two innocent young girls sing a heartfelt melody by the lovely Lake Alice, accompanied by the gentle sound of the flute, transporting us into the serene tranquility of a peaceful era. However, this also marks the beginning of the turmoil of war. In that age of chaos and conflict, perhaps only the wind can convey the myriad tender feelings within our hearts, comforting the souls that are tormented by longing.

Bring me the words from my heart