Wind

远山雾绕，白雪覆地。

你可曾闻过——

清晨露水洒落草间的气息？

甘甜、清澈，映着记忆的微光。

乌云低垂，镶一抹金，

三只乌鸦掠过寂静长空。

雨中奔跑，我停下脚步，

迎接风的触碰。

她轻声低语——

“原来你也在这里。”

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Mist veils the distant mountains, snow blankets the earth.

Have you ever smelled—

the morning dew falling upon the grass?

Sweet, clear, tinged with the light of memory.

Clouds press low, edged with gold,

three ravens glide across the silent sky.

Running through the rain, I halt,

welcoming the touch of wind.

She whispers softly—

“So, you are here too.”