
风吹来,分不清是什么样的季节
大地上的生命都被撩动着,人类也不再纠结
在一切玄之又玄、将定未定的美妙时刻
心也像风一样变幻莫测
那样的感受,短暂而永恒
The wind arrives, carrying no name of season.
Every living thing on earth awakens, and the human heart finally lets go.
In that fragile moment between mystery and becoming,
the heart moves like the wind — changing, vanishing, returning.
A feeling that lasts only a moment
and remains forever.