"Walking Slowly Among the Poplars, Gradually to the Fiery Cries of the Heart"

--- Entrusting oneself to the autumn wind, leaves dance along the path.---

Walking slowly, so very slowly, through the poplar avenue,

Reflecting upon my life, a myriad of emotions dance around.

Though only the cold autumn wind can be heard, my heart feels so much,

Recollections of the past – nostalgic, painful, joyful, a myriad of feelings.

My destiny, much like a roller coaster,

So many things happened, yet I believed in myself,

I've walked with all my might, never looking back,

In the autumn avenue, I took a leisurely stroll.

Then a strong wind blew, and in an instant, I found myself alone,

I couldn’t help but let out the cry of my heart among the poplars,

Oh winds, please hear my thoughts,

My path was rough, but filled with joy,

I have no regrets, for I gave it my all,

Then, leaves were lifted by the wind, brushing against my body,

My cries became even louder,

Such a wondrous world, where one can burn with life.