The sky has become too hasty,
The sunset glow is too long.
The melancholy of loneliness falling,
Uncover the fragrance that has been sealed for a long time,
Forgotten.
Despair buries hope,
Time flows with illusion.
Searching alone in the dark night,
That lost strength,
Too ordinary,
Illusions are treasured.
Falling leaves in autumn,
What cannot be taken away is summer injury.
What cannot be seen through is always the truth.
Wanting to step back blurs the far-fetched injuries,
Recalling the narrator's faith in tears.
Despair buries hope,
Time flows with illusion.
Searching alone in the dark night,
That lost strength,
Too ordinary,
Illusions are treasured.
Falling leaves in autumn,
What cannot be taken away is summer injury.
What cannot be seen through is always the truth.
Wanting to step back blurs the far-fetched injuries,
Recalling the narrator's faith in tears.
Commitment is sometimes needed,
Relying on lies to pay for it,
Illusion always makes people too warm.
Wanting to step back blurs the romance you gave me,
Through tears everything is seen through.