We stand on the edge of the city,
Watching each other's return journey,
My heart is still.
Ren Pingqing's pulse rose and fell,
Loneliness is like a glass of poisoned wine,
Sweet but deadly,
I have been waiting for the windmill promise you made to me again and again,
But time and time again I get lost in my own waiting...
In the end, you only kept your original promise,
Walked away with faltering steps,
It was like walking into the depths of windmill season.
Crashed into the ajar door of my heart,
The days of having a windmill wash away our loneliness.
The day I left the windmill,
I just want to say hello to you: "How are you doing?"