It's a lonely winter
The midnight wind smiles cunningly
Deliberately tearing off my thin clothes
I played with my messy hair
On the poor street
Playing a lonely role
Frustrated Cigarette
Wandering in your direction
You should be asleep.
In front of your window
Please allow me to imitate the thief's steps
Quietly approaching
Find a bench to rest for missing you
It's a cold winter
There's no crack in your window.
The walls are cold
Through the back of the clothes to the heart
Numbing tired eyes
Extinguished the fireworks between my fingers
Let me dream for a while
Fortunately, before the morning star disappeared
Carry my dream
Quietly travel far