风风试图从大海中分开波浪。然而不清楚的是,波浪专注于大海,风专注于吹拂……不,风并没专注于吹拂,即使变成了暴雨暴风,它也并没专注于此。它盲目地努力,就像疯子,也像躁狂者,为一个完全平静的暂时平息之地而努力,它在那里最终可以静止,静止。它对大海的波浪多么冷漠。无论波浪是在海上还是在塔尖上,无论是在齿轮中还是在刀锋上,它都很少在乎。它朝着一个寂静和安宁之地吹动,在那里最终可以停止成为风。然而,它的噩梦已经持续了很久。 Wind trying to separate the waves from the sea. What is unclear, however, is that the waves focus on the sea, the wind focuses on blowing ... no, the wind is not focused on blowing, and it does not focus on it, even when it becomes a stormy storm. It works blindly, like a madman, like a maniac, working for a place of complete calm and temporary subsidence, where it can eventually stand still and still. How indifferent to the waves of the sea. Whether the wave is at sea or on the spire, it is rarely caring whether it is in a gear or on a blade. It blows toward a place of silence and tranquility, where it eventually stops becoming a wind. However, its nightmare has lasted for a long time.