我坐在这风雨浇加的窗前

抚摸着青春不在的双莲

岁月如同流水一样的冲刷着稚嫩的悠闲

看

夜已深

旷野无人

唯独你的明灯依然穿过深夜来到我的床前

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