Sunset is splendid, but only lasts for a minute, and disappears with the cloud,
brightness that passed would never return again.
Year by year, month by month, all changes during this life just like the floating clouds
gathering together and then dispersing in different directions.
what left is weariness
The road is so long ahead, but the light is getting dimmer
Joy lasts so short and will never return
who would see through (or understand) me that my dream is only to be simple (simple life)
Once have encountered so my troubles
interlocked with my dreams and fantasies
once in your arms of sincerity, accompanied by you during time of sufferings
During the life journey, I feel disappointed
road is difficult and trouble awaiting at another turn
One day, when I think of returning, but already too late!
Ai.....I was born lonesome
I feel dismal, encountering winds, frost, laughter and cry on the road
One day, when I think of returning, but already too late