How dare I cry if you weren't here

I dodged the storm about you

Escape from the age of saying love and saying no love

I always cry alone.

As if this is the only way to find yourself.

Acacia when you will also be melancholy

But I've been a coward for years.

And I didn't see much comfort.

The evening when the ginkgo leaves fall

A few drops of rain fell on our shoulders.

The world of chaos is not as beautiful as ours.

And the appearance of hiding in Jiangnan alleys

And now I sigh

Will you come back one day?

These days without you

I've become careful even when I cry.

Author: Wang Yao