Until your hands are mottled like dead trees
These words remind of the tenderness at that time.
Until the postman walked through thousands of doors.
These letters remind me of the reason for wandering.
Love letters travel through slow time and space.
Instead of keeping silent when I can't say it
I believe that leaving will eventually end.
One day I can describe the rainbow for you.
Until the cape swallowed the stern's face
There is a salty sea breeze blowing in this port.
Until time finally goes away and never looks back.
These letters have just been returned to my lover.
Love letters travel through slow time and space.
Instead of hugging my fingers for a long time
I know this may not be a pleasant journey home.
I just hope that one day I can comb your white hair well.
I just hope that one day I can comb your white hair well.