Text: Dragon Knight.
In that spring season, his heart was entangled by the thoughts that blew through the breeze. He looked at the flowers outside the window, blooming one by one, as if they were the emotions surging in his heart, but they couldn't take away the deep sorrow. He remembered her, the girl who chuckled in the breeze, the girl he had missed so much.
Summer is not yet over, but his heart has fallen into the endless scorching sun. He was walking alone through the streets of the city, and the chirping of summer cicadas in his ears reminded him of the laughter she had had. His heart has long been occupied by the longing that the summer breeze blows.
In the cold autumn night, he stood in front of the window and looked at the misty night sky. He remembered that autumn, when she stood under the maple tree, the breeze blowing, the maple leaves falling, and her smile as warm as the sun. His heart drifted like autumn leaves, just for the thoughts that the breeze blows.
When it snows in winter, he looks out the window at the snowflakes that fall and his heart is full of endless thoughts. He thought of her, the girl running in the snow, and her laughter was as pure as snowflakes. His heart is like heavy snow falling in winter, just for the thoughts that the breeze blows.
Spring is warm, summer is not full, autumn nights are cold and dew, winter is snowing, the four seasons are reincarnated, but his heart has always stayed in the thoughts that the breeze blows. He didn't know when he would be able to see her again, when he would be able to find a home for the thoughts in his heart. He only knows that no matter when and where, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, his heart will wait in that breezy thought.
What can't be taken away is his thoughts and his heartache. He understands that the rain, summer cicadas, autumn leaves, and snowflakes are just reflections in his heart, and the only real thoughts are her. He misses her, and every spring, summer, autumn and winter breeze blows, he only misses her.
No matter when and where, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he will wait in that breeze of thoughts. Because he knew that only that thought was his true destination.