The heavy feet of the cloud step on the sticky wind,
Rain can't bear to part with the sky and fall to the ground.
The plain extends to the edge of memory forever,
Time raises dust and can't see where you are.
The heavy feet of the cloud step on the sticky wind,
Rain can't bear to part with the sky and fall to the ground.
The plain extends to the edge of memory forever,
The sun and the moon are hanging blurred, and I can't see where you are.
The cable is wound on the ground,
Rain randomly marks the glass window,
The train passed a flower safely in an instant.
The world without noise owes me an answer.
Are you at the foot of the cloud,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
Have you ever looked across the plain at the end of the channel?
Did you start on a cloudy day?
Painting in the window,
Did you say goodbye to the sunset at the end of the train?
Mountains continue to form the texture of the palm.
Drifting back behind, I can't ask the return date.
Your faint voice is scattered in the gap of memory,
A farewell sentence fell empty,
The cable is wound on the ground,
The rain left messy marks on the glass window.
The train passed a flower safely in an instant.
The world without noise owes me an answer,
Are you at the foot of the cloud,
Waiting for the rain to fall.
Have you ever looked across the plain at the end of the channel?
Do you set out on a cloudy day,
Painting in the window,
Did you say goodbye to the sunset at the end of the train?
Are you at the foot of the cloud,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
Have you ever looked across the plain at the end of the channel?
Did you start on a cloudy day?
Painting in the window,
Did you say goodbye to the sunset at the end of the train?