Still leaning on sleepless nights and looking at the stars in the sky
I still hear the violin weeping and teasing again and again
Why is there only a crescent moon left in my sky?
There will be no audio from this night on
Human beings are like the bright moon in the sky and cannot be owned
Love is like a song, only what remains is irretrievable and we say goodbye again
Why is it just disappointment that fills my emptiness?
No kiss goodbye this night
Still saying that I can never think of it is an excuse
Never thought about breaking up
But my heart is still occupied by her every moment
It seems that he is still silent this month
Violin solo playing half leaning against the bright moon in late autumn
My concern, my desire, until the future
. . . . . . Really? How many years later, when the clouds are gone and the world has changed, are you still the same?