我是风,一阵流动着的虚空,我生来便注定不知停息为何物。有多少人羡慕我的游荡,可是,谁又知道,我只是在寻找自己的本真。我是风,可掀起山涛海波,可奏响竹韵林声。可回首望去,哪里才是我自己?那云的聚散,是我留下的风景;那水的荡漾,是我经过的足迹;那纷飞的花瓣,是我到来的微笑; I am the wind, a burst of emptiness, I was born doomed to stop what is. How many people admire my loitering, but who knows that I’m just looking for my own truth. I am the wind, can set off the sea waves, can play Zhu Yun Lin sound. Looking back, where is my own? The cloud’s gathering and gathering is the scenery that I left behind; the waves of water are the footprints I passed through; the flying petals are the smiles I have come;