In early winter, you surge into my heart,
But when the snowflakes fell, he left quietly,
Confessions that were too late were blown away in the wind,
I searched hard for your back,
What I found was just a memory,
The body is injured and can be cured with medicine.
If your heart is broken, how should you treat it?
If something is lost, it can be found.
If you lose your heart, how do you get it back?
In this early winter, we have loved, hurt, and hated,
But never forget,
Early winter comes quietly, and then quietly goes away with our love,
From now on, I will no longer be found.