It's cold here and even colder there. Dead leaves and withered leaves, who do you belong to? Your face is pale and melancholy, and you smile with tears. Tears welled up in your eyes, and it was hard for you to say goodbye to yourself. My heart sank and tears ran down my cheeks.
Hot summer. Cheerful cocktail. You hold my hand. We escaped into another world of the band. You're sitting next to me, with your long hair tied behind your head, so cool that you kill people. Smile floats on lemon water, soft and smooth. How am I? Marvel. You look like the cover of a magazine. I feel dizzy. You hold my hand and dance with the crazy theme.
Cool summer. Remember the cocktail party? You hold my hand and * * * enjoy the two of us. You are sitting next to my concubine, with your long hair tied behind your head, full of heroic spirit. Smiling. I was surprised to see you on the cover of the magazine. Spin, you hold my hand, crazy dance music.
Lights and wine compete, elegance and fragrance interweave, laughter is covered by greetings, and the crowd is busy shaking hands. You stood there, looking at me. My trembling spark is brighter than light. God's masterpiece, I feel dizzy. We are not together, but we are together.
The feasts are colourful and elegant, and congratulations and laughter are one after another. Everyone is tired of shaking hands and making peace. You stand aside and look at my concubine. My concubine stood shivering under the bright light. This must be God's masterpiece, which makes you dizzy. Although my concubine and your husband are far apart, their hearts are similar.
The days are over. You said you would wait for me at the edge of the Alps. We will ski against the snowflakes flying in the sky. I didn't answer, just said goodbye and flew with you. The plane left, and I suddenly tasted my pain. I know I am stupid, you are in my heart, I shouldn't hide in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I believe that one day, I will tell you that I feel the same.
The past is the past. Jun Yunjun will wait for his concubine in the Alps and ski under the snowy sky. I want to say that I'd better rest, but wish me all the best. The plane is drifting away, my heart will be bitter. I know my stupidity. You stole my heart. I shouldn't be indifferent to it in the dark. I tried to forget your loss, but it didn't end well. I believe that one day, at a certain time, I will tell you that my heart will stay forever.
My mind struggled in repentance, and somehow my hesitation ended in retreat. I continue to play my role as a fool, sticking to the pride of my girl, but secretly indulging in your promise. The white land-snowflakes fell on us, and I was lifted up in our arms. The Christmas bell is ringing!
My concubine struggled in confession, flinched and hesitated from time to time. My concubine is a virgin fool, but not as good as your promise. Snow-covered, you hug my body, I am very happy, * * * listen to the Christmas bell.
The bell disappeared in the falling rain, and Satan laughed at my brain from hell. A tearful smile, swallowed up by darkness. How can I find your hair and wipe away your tears? I stretched out my hands and caught nothing but raindrops on a dead leaf.
The bell suddenly stopped in the rain, but I heard Satan's laughter. Smile with tears, accompanied by darkness. I want to find your hair and wipe away your tears. I stretched out my hand to touch it, and there was nothing on the dead leaves except a drop of rain.
Snowflakes have melted into water, and we are no longer together.
When the snow melts, my concubine is far away from you.