Black eyes and your smiling face

It's hard to forget the change of your face.

The relaxed and happy old days just slipped away.

I haven't looked back for years.

The vast horizon road is your wandering.

This is a step for me to find and be together.

The dark and lonely pillow is your tenderness.

When I woke up in the morning, it was my sadness.

Maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down and the tired birds come back.

You will.

Embark on the old road of going home

It is rare to find a bosom friend in life.

After all, life is a blue and white cloud that is hard to give up.

Thunder and rain are at my window.

It's hard to forget the change you left.

Lonely figure behind lonely mood.

It is my eyes that never complain.