我坐在這風雨澆加的窗前

撫摸着青春不在的雙蓮

歲月如同流水一樣的沖刷着稚嫩的悠閒

看

夜已深

曠野無人

唯獨你的明燈依然穿過深夜來到我的床前

I am lonely before you but nothing to be thought

nothing like my life a kind of river side

how about tonight the raining in front my window?

who can give me your love

who can arrive my bed

nothing but a windshied

far away from the lonely night window light in front of your tide