The wind is blowing, you are the joy of youth.

Open Netease cloud when you are bored. I just want to listen to the daily push of Netease Cloud. I have to say that pushing is really pushing people's hearts. I don't know if Netease Cloud's algorithm is too powerful, or if people are melodramatic, listening to any songs is like singing themselves.

The first song I heard was "It's windy", and I nodded without hesitation. In Netease Cloud's comments, I saw fans arguing about a series of issues, such as copyright, excellent uncle or pepper, whether the cover respects the original song and so on. To be honest, I don't know or understand these things. The music touched me, the lyrics touched me, that's all.

second

The wind is coming.

Composer: Yu Takahashi

Lyrics: America

Original song: ヤキモチ

Stop-and-go along the way, pursuing the traces of juvenile wandering.

I hesitated for a moment before I walked out of the station.

I can't help laughing. I am still inevitably afraid of being close to home.

Moreover, the weather in Nagano is still so warm that the wind blows past.

A long time ago, when I first met this world, I wandered around looking at the horizon as if it were right in front of me.

I'm willing to go through fire and water again.

Now, I have walked through this world and turned over the different faces of the years.

Caught off guard, broke into your smile.

I have been unable to extricate myself from this world and indulge in it. I have to talk in my sleep, struggle and be afraid of being laughed at.

I once turned my youth into her, and once my fingers jumped out of my heart in midsummer. Let it be.

Go against the light and let the wind and rain hit you.

The short stop-and-go road is also a few minutes away.

I don't know if it's a story or a mood.

Maybe all you expect is to race against time.

Seeing you smiling sweetly in the cool morning light again.

A long time ago, when I first met this world, I wandered around looking at the horizon as if it were right in front of me.

I'm willing to go through fire and water again.

Now, I have walked through this world and turned over the different faces of the years.

Caught off guard, broke into your smile.

I have been unable to extricate myself from this world and indulge in it. I have to talk in my sleep, struggle and be afraid of being laughed at.

I once turned my youth into her, and once my fingers jumped out of my heart in midsummer. Let it be.

The evening breeze blows the white hair from your temples to heal the scars left by your memory, and the light and shadow in your eyes are interlaced and smile.

Twilight covers your stumbling steps and walks into the picture hidden by the bed. You lower your head and talk.

I'm still lamenting the size of the world and indulging in childhood love stories. No truth, no struggle, no jokes.

I finally returned my youth to her, and the summer heart that bounced at my fingertips went with the wind.

Will you still do it in the name of love?

"three"

It's the first time to listen to it. It's very nice and the melody is really good. The second time I heard the lyrics, I was unruly, gentle and stubborn. Listening for the third time, I heard my past. As the lyrics say, I am not true or false, I am not entangled, and I am not afraid of jokes. Listening for the fourth time, I heard tears coming from my eyes. Listening for the fifth time, I heard my own sigh and my own regret. Listening for the sixth time is to put it down.

The night is deep and the wind is blowing. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I won't miss the trace of the wind, because it has blown into my dream and blown my dream to pieces. Because, tomorrow morning, there will be tears dried by the wind.

four

"Hello!"

This is the first time I met her and said the first thing to her. Like a frightened rabbit, she kept looking around. After a while, you dare to turn around and say "hello" to me quietly. Her shining eyes attracted me deeply.

This is the beginning of our acquaintance. There is no autumn in the novel, and there is no wrong person in the novel. It's so simple and clear.

At first, she was a little disgusted with me. Because junior high school is a combination of middle school and vocational college, it is inevitable that it will be contaminated with many bad habits. Because I still have some learning talent, I was admitted to a first-class high school. Like all boys, I always try my best to make girls who like me notice me, such as talking back to the teacher, without books, fountain pens, talking loudly, playing with my hair and so on.

After the first monthly exam, because English was really poor, the teacher dragged out a lot of English papers after correcting them. When she saw me coming in in mourning, she asked with concern. If I remember correctly, this is the first time since the beginning of school that she has taken the initiative to talk to me, so I told her a lot about what she has and nothing. At the same time, I also know that her English is particularly good.

From then on, you can have a new direction during recess and ask questions (not because you love learning)

This relationship lasted for half a semester, and her attitude towards me gradually changed, from a marginalized friend to a fair friend (manual funny)

The final exam is over, and there is still one night, so I can't go straight back. With the help of those classmates who have seen me and her, I went upstairs to explain my love for her, and then my mind went blank. She stood there with her mouth covered, and then I forgot, except that she held out a hand and asked me to hold it. I was ecstatic and dragged her to the playground. They sat all night. I can't believe it either, because I thought I would be rejected. That night, she asked to the effect that there were so many beautiful girls in the class, why did you confess to her? I was speechless for a moment. Although it is a vocational school with many bad habits, it is the first time to confess something. Because the first day we met, her shining eyes.

Next semester, I quit smoking, drinking and playing games for her. She doesn't allow me to be late or leave early. I promised everything. She didn't like fighting, so I gradually lost contact with my brothers in the vocational college. She put me in the top 40 of my grade, but I forgot to eat and sleep, and I was admitted. She cried happily that day, and when she hugged me, I thought that was it!

During the summer vacation of my sophomore year, I went to visit her once. In the evening, we walked by the river, and many people were enjoying the cool. A sudden gust of wind blew her shoulder-length hair down against the sunset, leaving only the flying hair in front of her eyes and her slightly embarrassed expression. At this moment, the world seems to lose its color.

We'll talk about it later. because ..

five

I smelled you in the street. I froze for a few seconds, and my nose was a little sour. I turned around and tried to find you. I don't want to miss it again. But where are you? You have been waiting for the wind, are you okay? The wind is blowing, won't you come back?

I used to fantasize that the unfinished experience I wanted to be with you was finished. It's just that these things can only be in my memory.

It's barren here.

Then you come here for a walk.

Miraculously, everything grows.

This is my heart.

People always ask me what I am waiting for. Actually, I am waiting for the wind, waiting for you.

Waiting for the joy of that young man.

The wind is blowing!