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Alone on the night street.\Alone, I miss her.\Unexpectedly,\behind me, a street full of children are stepping on my shadow.\A mischievous child boldly speaks,\he says: Brother, brother, your eyes,\what happened, red and swollen, did you just cry ten times.
Helpless, I can only smile bitterly ten times, lightly wipe away the eye makeup.\I tell him: That's because the sand and wind blew into my eyes.
Looking up at the night stars\I still miss her.
The boy child boldly speaks again,\he says: Brother, brother, you cried again.
I can only bitterly smile and tell him\please don't ask for the details.
Tears seep into my mouth corner,\the taste is actually your image.
The boy child wipes away my tear traces.\Tells me:\Brother, brother, still missing her.
The mischievous child turns and runs to the street.\Behind him brings.\That her.
I can only bitterly smile ten times,\can only wipe away those tears.
Praying the streetlight can hide my tear traces.
But she explains that she is just passing by.
This explanation is just smoke, I also dare not ask further.
All along the way\I play with you through the seasons, watch the stars,\climb the moon.
When the night deepens,\you say it's time to part.
I also dare not beg you to stay, \can only watch your back.
The knot in my heart clings again.\At this moment, it feels this dream awakes too quickly.
Watching your figure fade in the dark night.\Tears again cannot help but fall,\I ask myself in my heart, why can't I walk the path with you.
Even if you and I are separated by those eight hundred and one thousand miles.
My longing for you has not diminished in the slightest, and in dreams your figure often appears again.
For her.\I stand alone on the street again.
The lights dim, the street children have not appeared yet.
Unchanging is a me on the street, and that unchanging heart.
I have also tried to search for you in dreams,\but like trying to scoop a needle from the sea, it is too distant to reach.
\To find her\my heart does not die and I stand on the night street again.
The wind whistles in my ears,\I do not dare to have even a touch of sleepiness,\only because I am afraid of missing you.
Alas, it is just a futile effort.
Waiting on the street,\I hear a voice that brings me joy.
Looking up.\The mischievous child is waving at me.
Still in hesitation, you know I am waiting for you.
The boy child lightly laughs and tells me not to worry."
Trivialize my life with nonsense.
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