I don't like the wind
But the wind around me never seems to stop.
In this vast expanse.
Whether it's the southeast wind in summer.
Or the northwest wind in winter.
The grass was swaying.
The tree is swaying its leaves.
Because of the presence of the wind.
Life is a little bit more different.
Gradually, I got used to windy days.
But one day.
Until I met you.
All of a sudden, my whole world was different from what it had been.
Even the wind that I once encountered.
It also loses its original orientation and temperature.
Several encounters. Gradually, I started to get tired of this feeling.
Although I know it's also wind.
It has been with me since I was a child.
Another look of the wind.
But I hate it.
Hate it messy my hair.
Stir up my uneasy emotions.
Take away the remaining moisture from my lips.
Every time you show up.
I want to stay quietly and watch you.
But every time there's a place for you.
The wind also blew more violently.
That's what I'm like. has been hovering on the edge of love and pain.
It was a windy day long afterward.
I'm trying to get close to you, I'm trying to hold your hand.
But the wind that doesn't stop still blows us all so far away.
The end of the story.
It seems to say goodbye.