Night comes too late too late
Missed the flight I miss taking off, the nights are thin and long
It rises and falls between my eyebrows. I have waited for too long.
The bird that flies through the dawn, against the direction of the wind (my thoughts are her wind-riding wings), those thirteenth pair of eyes are used for sorrow
Being used for loss, I think about your window covered with petals at night but I don't know
I opened my thirteenth pair of eyes in your dream. Your dream is silent. I planted lotus seeds in your dream. I know.
It's you who sings the song of the birds in the dream, I still know it
You are the tears when parting, but the thirteenth pair of eyes rise in the wheat field, illuminating the wounds that are broken by disappointment in the night. I only want to listen to your song until dawn, and the birds know the season of flower blooming.
I told you in my dream, please forgive me Shanshan
Because the night is about to end and I want you to know
My red lotus is blooming in your dream, I want you to know
I am your dream keeper and I want you to know
I am the king of the night