Wanton tears, the past that I dare not recall,
Hesitant, trembling,
The passing years, different positions,
What is desired.
Lying down late at night listening to the whispers, the beautiful woman is alone in front of the window.
Family affection and love walk on the edge of a knife,
The color of blood is so bright,
Similar faces, but no similar heartbeats.
My years cannot erase your years,
Your appearance has been engraved in my heart.