Feeling the warm breeze under the faint sunlight,

my caged heart is unlocked.

  Wind is like horses,

rushing to everywhere,

where we are not able to find.

  Wind is like doves,

soaring with liberty,

what we are not able to touch.

  Things around us, sarcastically, just like wind.

they leave and come capriciously.

  We all know we can never go back to where we used to be,

if we force to, the others go awkwardly .