Don't bother scheming to say anything more
Joyfield observes the passing storm
It's hard to find a confidant in life
For you, I'll gather and sing a song
Holding onto life with no regrets
Ordinary days are just as joyful
Who wants to dwell on the bygone past?
Grudges fade away with the wind
Don't waste time forcing things
Joyfield observes the passing storm
...
Listening to the rich, deep singing voice, Beauty Child's eyes were moist.
Harlan Palmer felt an unbearable pang in his heart, squeezing White Palmer's shoulder hard, yet White seemed unaffected, still softly singing the song Vicki Johnson liked.
Life is indeed full of passionate devotion, but these matters have nothing to do with the winds or the moon.
Whether the entanglements of love are perceived or not, let go or not, only those who are involved can truly experience them. External guidance is futile.