That winter was so cold that the air seemed to freeze into ice
The night invades my eyes, and the past invades like a nightmare
It's the New Year again, I'm packing my bags
I heard about him on the high-speed train
The past comes flooding back
I couldn't help but pursed my lips
But my heart can't stop looking forward to it
Intention: There is always someone waiting for you to come back in the long river of time