Bus No. 135, I keep running after it in my memory, the seat is swaying, and sitting there is you, whom I dream of.
The car can't stop, the car can't stop.
I cry like this, I call your name, I say Xiaoxuan, I can't bear to leave you, don't leave, don't leave.
You leaned out of the car window and smiled at me, your smile as pure as ever. You said, Brother Yichen, be well, goodbye.
I squatted on the ground and watched the bus drive you away.
I can't catch up, I can never catch up again.