In the silent night,
On a familiar street,
It looks empty,
A lonely figure,
Like a lonely soul that can't be dissipated at night,
Still drifting aimlessly,
No one noticed his existence,
No one can feel lonely.
A cold day,
Gloomy,
It looks very deep and helpless.
As if to solidify the world,
Snowflakes scattered on the ground,
The street lamp hung lazily in the dim light,
The howling cold wind,
Still beating,
His face was blue with cold.
Reluctantly, he put his hand in his trousers pocket,
Reluctantly pulled out his stiff palm,
Rub it hard a few times,
And put it on my lips,
Ha, a few mouthfuls of hot air,
Even so,
It still doesn't heat up.
I don't know how much longer he has to wait,
When,
He just quietly,
Silently,
Maybe wait,
Come back from afar. Girl,
Maybe it's waiting,
Wandering in the warm images.
All this,
Maybe it's because deep down,
I am inexplicably sad.
He languished in the waiting,
Taste the taste of being unloved,
Heartache,
Loneliness,
Heartbroken,
Covering his melancholy face.
He waited a long time,
In the days without her,
what should he do ？
If she were here today,
He would hold her in his arms,
Lifelong continuous protection.
If she were here today,
He would hold her hand tightly,
Clear the haze for her with gentle love.
Even if I feel cold,
Even if the body freezes,
Because of her company,
His heart,
It will be warm,
His world,
It will be wonderful.