When the wind gently blows across Azeroth, do you hear the memories in the wind?
Do you still remember the figure that stood in front of you when you were in danger as a child?
Do you remember the hunter who wanted to light up the dusk forest with fireworks together with you?
Where is the elf who watched the sunset with you on the beaches of Azshara, drifting away?
Is the partner who used to chase antelopes with you in the Barrens still pursuing lost dreams?
The Horde rogue who chased you all over the map in Stranglethorn Vale, have they long forgotten their hatred and now only have a faint smile when they think of it?
Is the little gnome girl who secretly climbed onto the roof with you to watch the moon rise now happy?
In Azeroth, we have been wandering for a long time.
The shadows in our memories come and go, we can't go back, we can't touch them.
After leaving you, we have been wandering for a long time.
The tokens we left behind, whether lost or abandoned, cannot be found.
The corner of our hearts is like the lights in Ironforge, shining day and night, listening to the hustle and bustle, but still lonely.
Few people reminisce about the past because there are fewer and fewer old friends to see.
Quietly remembering, gently forgetting
Those happy or sad memories.
Even our meeting seems like an unreal dream,
Forgotten as soon as we wake up.
Goodbye, Azeroth,
Goodbye, Azeroth.
This is for my friends who have already left the game.