"Why does the wind blow in reverse?"
A grass seed falls into the shepherd's heart hollow.

Why does the bonfire burn brightly, yet warmth is so fleeting?
Why do the stars twinkle, yet their radiance feels so distant?
Why do the morning clouds paint a vibrant sky, yet dewdrops leave no trace?
Why does a grass seed follow the wind, always finding its home in a distant village?

The silent snow-capped mountains, white snow gently covering the sands of time,
Cattle and sheep move slowly, the grassland sighs softly.

"Why does the wind blow in reverse?"