Always on the noisy street

Always under house arrest in a dark little room, seeing every object, hearing every sound, and reminiscing about that person;

How much does longing weigh?

Everyone thought I loved him (her) the most, but what was the result?

Another name distant beyond measure;

I wonder if that person who doesn't take care of themselves has remembered to add more clothes? Did they catch a cold?

Can no longer bear your love. It's simply because the softest part of my heart has been touched,

No one can love him more than myself.

But it has already become someone else's harbor of rest,

Why can't I forget?

Every time I cry, there’s still an uncoagulated smile on my face. For a year, everything around me seems the same,

Am I sad? Whether or not I'm sad is my own matter.

Just that he (she) has exited from my world.

When we meet again, what kind of expression would be appropriate?

The easiest times to mourn are those when people were more fragile.

I don’t want to be the murderer myself.

Suddenly, I really want to ask: Are you okay?

Always deep down, there's a small voice reminding me:

How many beloved ones can be with the person who loves them the most?

How many times have we been moved? How many people have we loved? Different each time.

There are many people in this world foolishly loving another person,

I think I wish to stay like this forever, but, there's clearly a whisper in my ear: Not being able to cry when you want to is true sorrow!

The temperature has recently dropped in a terrifying way,

I am no longer able to bear this longing. Li Bai's homesick poems. So, never mind, let's not meet!

Thus, every night's awakening comes with nightmares.

The only thing we can do is to treat ourselves well. Do we want to get hurt again after having already been damaged once?

Do you want to see each other again? Of course. But how long has it been since we've seen each other? And how long has it been since we’ve had any news?

It makes one recall the cold sadness after love departs.

Innocently believing I could wait for his heart, but how can a changed heart be retained.

I think I’m still in that dream that should have woken up long ago, that should have died.

Tears, I can't remember how long it's been since this thing left me? If tears represent sadness,

Then how can such a long relationship be easily abandoned? How can the wholehearted investment be extracted?

Familiar songs echo again in my ears, yet winter winds feel even more piercing compared to the previous season,

Yet love doesn't necessarily have to be repaid with love!

… Always, always tightly surrounded by longing.

On quiet streets, among crowds passing by with similar figures, moments of distraction; always in the dim little room where I confine myself, seeing every item, hearing every sound, missing that person; always at midnight, muttering uncontrollably in a cold bed about someone familiar beyond recognition, yet distant beyond measure…

Meeting would only deepen future longing and wouldn't alleviate present longing…

Always on noisy streets, among crowds passing by with similar figures, fleeting distractions…

Came, stopped, went; laughed, cried, hurt. Perhaps!

In cold nights, we could always warm each other;

Even if they were moved, thanked…

At this time last year, what was the scenery like? In the biting wind, there was always a pair of warm hands tightly holding onto warmth,

I once had rose-colored, splendid fantasies about love,

Ahead is a dead end, hope is around the corner.

Having given, sincerely, who could not be moved?

Learning to bear separation, but unable to carry the weight of longing.

But what use is loving him? Even if you're the one who loves him the most, so what?

How much strength and rationality is needed to bear it all?

Always on quiet streets, among crowds passing by with similar figures, fleeting distractions; always in the dim little room where I confine myself, seeing every item, hearing every sound, reminiscing about that person; always at midnight, muttering uncontrollably in a cold bed about someone familiar beyond recognition…

Not because of the pain of love anymore. Don't be silly. If the one you love insists on leaving,