I met you that day. I have no idea who you are. On that day, I met you, deja vu, but I can't remember; That day, I met you, and you mentioned your once-in-a-lifetime experience, only to remember that you stopped in my shop; On that day, I went to refuel with you by car, and you said you would drag me into the sea; On that day, on the wine table, your eyes met mine, and your eyes were full of my shadow; On that day, your expression became so charming and unnatural; On that day, your eyes told me that you had fallen in love with me lightly. On that day, you accidentally held me tightly in your arms, and I felt your violent heartbeat; On that day, like a frightened rabbit, I broke free from your arms and disappeared into the night. I am the wind, which can only pass through your heart gently, but I can't keep your heart; I am the wind, stroking your face and cheeks, but I can't give you warmth. Gently, I left, leaving a little ripple, beautiful, but a little sad, and finally everyone recovered calm! Where the wind blows, is there still my shadow?