Early morning, heading west.
Once again, I looked back at my long-broken love, speechless.
A tear slipped down and melted into the cold mist. Looking back, I saw your shadow.
You said you are the tears in my eyes, so don't let me shed tears easily and be strong.
Sorry, I have to wait for the morning sun again.
My eyes are tired and need the moisture of tears.
I want to rest.
Let the word "rest" replace a man named "Ruobing".