红豆
Red berries

Not until we embrace the wintry weather with snowflakes dancing and our bodies shuddering will we feel our throbbing hearts and the tenderness beneath.

Not until we walk through the desolate dune with my hand circledby your fingers can we keep our flame kindled and never let it e.

Sometimes I believe an end comes at a time, time for company and time for departure.

There is a time for omega, just as there is a time for alpha.

However, sometimes I prefer to be a nostalgist who awaits your escort to see the water trickling after your return from a kaleidoscope of sights.

Not until I decoct and share with you the red beans which have been ground incessantly the way our heart is will we taste the sorrow of two lovelorn people who are down, but not out.

Not until we are bathed in the rain of kisses when we are awakened by the beam of sunlight can you pursue the freedom of solitude with me by your side.

Sometimes I believe an end comes at a time, time for company and time for departure.

There is a time for omega, just as there is a time for alpha.

However, sometimes I prefer to be a nostalgist who awaits your escort to see the water trickling after your return from a kaleidoscope of sights.

还没好好地感受，雪花绽放的气候。我们一起颤抖，会更明白什么是温柔。

还没跟你牵着手，走过荒芜的沙丘。可能从此以后学会珍惜天长和地久。

有时候有时候，我会相信一切有尽头。

相聚离开都有时候，没有什么会永垂不朽。

可是我有时候，宁愿选择留恋不放手，等到风景都看透，也许你会陪我看细水长流。

还没为你把红豆熬成缠绵的伤口，然后一起分享，会更明白相思的哀愁。

还没好好地感受醒着亲吻的温柔，可能在我左右你才追求孤独的自由。

有时候有时候，我会相信一切有尽头。

相聚离开都有时候，没有什么会永垂不朽。

可是我有时候，宁愿选择留恋不放手，等到风景都看透，也许你会陪我看细水长流。