Theme: worry
When the wind whispers about it
I never understood what was meant
As if touching to stab the heart
Which makes the heart mute
I don't know what the wind wants to convey
Hope is just happy news
No sorrow in the heart
But in fact the wind meant otherwise
Anxiety instilled in the heart for a moment
Makes asking questions tiresome
Anxiety instilled in the heart for a moment
Makes asking questions tiresome
Makes curiosity worry
In kite I can only feel
Without knowing what it really is
If the wind is just passing by
Why does he make me so restless?
