And the Wind Stole It Whole

(Spoken Word Intro) 在一个秋天的早晨，风在轻轻地吹， 它像个顽皮的小伙伴，总是带来意想不到的惊喜。 你曾经想过吗？那些微风会偷走什么？ 就像我们的秘密，悄悄地飘向天空。 这就是一个关于风的故事，如何从我们的生命中带走点滴，却又留下温暖的回忆。 (Verse 1) The bus pulled off with a diesel sigh Leaving me alone beneath a wide, blue sky The crosswalk signal, a steady, blinking red Just me and my thoughts and the words I’d left unsaid My schoolbag heavy, my uniform neat Pleated gray skirt tapping a rhythm against my knees (Verse 2) A sudden shiver, a whispered tease A cold breath rustling through the autumn trees I felt a lift, a tiny, fluttering dread A memory of something my grandmother said "Wear sensible things," but I’d chosen the light Silk beige panties with ducklings, yellow and bright (Chorus) And the wind picked up its game, a howling, wicked thing Turning my pleated shield into a frantic, flapping wing My hands became a desperate prayer, pressed hard against the thread Fighting a battle I already knew in my heart I’d lost instead Oh, the world went slow and cruel, under the sun's wide eye Just me, the wind, and my ducklings waving hello to the sky (Verse 3) I spun in a circle, a clumsy, graceless dance Clutching and grabbing, not giving a chance To the gust that laughed and tore at the hem My face grew hot, condemning them The silly ducks I’d thought were a secret, hidden delight Now waiting to stage their unforgiving, feathery flight (Bridge) Then the world just… stopped. A final, mighty roar The skirt flew up, a flag of a losing war It wrapped around my waist, a traitorous, useless belt And every single secret I had ever felt Was laid out bare on the empty street From my head down to my stumbling feet I saw a car slow down, I saw a curtain twitch across the way A lifetime lived within the space of one single, torturous day (Chorus) And the wind stole it whole, that gray, pleated lie Tossed it over a fence, towards the sharp, watching sky I stood there frozen, a statue of shame and despair Silk and ducklings and the coolness of the air The world was so quiet, except for the beat of my heart Screaming that I’d been unmasked, torn right apart (Verse 4) I had to call out, my voice a fragile, broken thing To a boy on a porch who’d seen the entire embarrassing fling “My skirt…” I pointed, eyes on my scuffed, black shoes Feeling my dignity bruise after bruise He fetched it back, his eyes kind, not meeting my own And I wished for the earth to swallow me whole, to atone (Verse 5) I tied the skirt tight, knotted it to my very soul Walked home feeling naked, and not quite whole I thought I’d never wear a skirt again, I’d burn the lot But something changed in me, right there on the spot ’Cause the world didn’t end, and the sun didn’t fall It was just a gust of wind, after all So I’ll still wear my pleats, and my silly designs And if the wind wants a show, then it can have mine. (Chorus) And the wind stole it whole, that gray, pleated lie Tossed it over a fence, towards the sharp, watching sky I stood there frozen, a statue of shame and despair Silk and ducklings and the coolness of the air The world was so quiet, except for the beat of my heart Screaming that I’d been unmasked, torn right apart And the wind stole it whole, that gray, pleated lie Tossed it over a fence, towards the sharp, watching sky I stood there frozen, a statue of shame and despair Silk and ducklings and the coolness of the air The world was so quiet, except for the beat of my heart Screaming that I’d been unmasked, torn right apart