I once dreamed of owning such a house,
A little space,
Full of orange candlelight and ice blue starlight
The first ray of sunshine in the morning.
There is a small bed that belongs to me completely.
Not necessarily very soft,
But it's warm.
If you can't sleep at night,
You can open the window,
Looking at the dark night curtain,
Looking into the distance, the lights are dim.
Even if you are unhappy,
Or you can sit quietly alone,
Look at a little poem,
Or a thick novel,
Immersed in another world,
Until all the sadness,
No longer conspicuous.
Always wanted such a small house,
Not big, but warm,
It doesn't have to be gorgeous, but it has to be completely mine.
This was once a dream,
A beautiful dream when I was young,
You can put your fragile, depressed
And a little cleanliness,
Give your heart a cage,
Let it no longer float without landing.
But now that I'm grown up,
I understand,
Such a house would not exist.
Not absolutely clean,
There is no world that absolutely belongs to you.
We all walk in this world with one heart,
We talked,
Then, in my heart, I warmed up with each other.
We will have some friends,
There will be someone you love,
They won't stand by and watch you,
Give you a sealed wall,
But,
Standing in the flowing crowd,
I feel happy,
Suddenly one day,
With someone you think you can spend your life with,
It will be very stable.
That's it,
Not as gorgeous as fairy tales,
Aestheticism without fantasy,
It's a little complicated,
But it will eventually warm me,
Warm you.