wind in july

The July wind keeps blowing towards my heart

The moonlight shone into my eyes in a zigzagging way At this moment, I saw all the people I loved were blurred shadows I embraced myself and sank to the bottom of the lake Feeling empty like the silt I raised You said, on the lake the July wind non-stop

You say you're from the future and I live in the past So tell me why the July winds don't stop

You turned away without saying a word and I have to agree with some kind of sadness that this is a satisfactory answer to me.

In July, the wind doesn't stop in July