Talking about breeze and spirit

I reached out quietly and stole a breeze.

Trying to turn it into wine

Savor the worry in the breeze.

I brew a pot of warm wine with the breeze.

Moist as jade, gentle in the throat

I want it to carry my thoughts and blow to your side with the wind.

I brewed a pot of strong liquor with the breeze.

The sun burns in the stomach like a fire.

I want it to carry my obscurity and blow to your side with the wind.

I drank wine through the breeze, pinning my thoughts, which was the joy when we first met and the sadness when we left.

Let it make up for what I owe you. Please forgive my cowardice. My only courage can't support me to come back to you again.

The breeze embodies the joy of our meeting, and also engraves our separate lovesickness. I use it to brew a pot of dreams, which is a lake dream engraved with all our past.