Talking about things you are not used to when your girlfriend is not around

A gust of wind blows away your tears and rubs your thoughts into the season of fire in May. In the mottled handwriting, I read a volume of clear dreams deep in your soul; I wrote affectionate footnotes, carefully studying your experience. Every shadow of your words falls into my heart, lingering with a kind of tenderness, pity and pain. Those sad expressions will make me burst into tears every time I read them carefully; the emotions that have been blocked for a long time will suddenly open and flow like a floodgate.