Original Zhou Qingben
Wind, you are the concern of my heart,
Blows away all my sorrows and troubles.
I stood quietly in the street,
Let the wind blow on my cheeks.
My heart is like a wasteland without people,
Waiting for your arrival and filling.
You are a flower in that grassland,
Let the wasteland in my heart become a garden.
I'm waiting for the wind, and I'm waiting for you,
Looking forward to your arrival and bringing me warmth.
I want to tell you that I love you,
This relationship lasts longer than the wind.
When the wind blows through my ears,
I feel like I hear your voice.
You whispered to me, "I'm here too." ”
At this moment, my heart was ignited.
I'm waiting for the wind, and I'm waiting for you,
The wind is coming, where have you been?
The wind brings the breath of longing.
The confusion of the past, shrouded like a mist,
I wandered in the dark, unable to find my way.
Memories are flooding back to my heart,
Those past pains and confusions,
A thousand tastes, all kinds of helplessness,
Tell yourself,
That person used to love.
The wind stops, and so do you,
I was left alone.
Waiting for you is the obsession in my heart,
It's my dedication and expectation of love.
Waiting for you, is a beautiful waiting,
No impatience, no anxiety.
I am no longer alone, for I know that you are,
Even at a distance, our hearts are still connected.
With a calm heart, I wait for love to come,
Waiting for the person who will be with me all my life.
We have met in the vast sea of people,
Each other's eyes met into a touch of warmth.
I'm waiting for the wind and waiting for you,
The confusion of the past is now sober.
There are endless thoughts surging in my heart,
As gentle as the spring breeze,
I waited for that breeze,
Float with your figure.
As the years go by, I'm still here,
Never left.
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