The wind last night,
wave to me,
Reluctant to go far.
I asked Feng: Why did you stay so long?
The wind said: The breeze whispers and tells the sorrow of the heart.
Tonight’s rain,
Tell me,
L.
I asked Yu: Why are you talking?
Yu said: gentle as rain, longing for beauty.
the light of tomorrow,
Say hello to me,
Welcome with a smile.
I asked the light: Why is it warm?
Guang said: This is my mission, to face the sun all my life.