The Route
Heard that winter is leaving
I woke up from nowhere
I’m thinking, I wait, I’m looking forward
The future is not for us to predict
Looking at the gloomy evening from outside my car
I believe there will be someone waiting for me in the future
Look left, look right, look ahead
Love will only come to me after certain detours
Wondering what kind of conversation with whomever I met
Wondering where is that person I’ve been waiting for
I can hear the wind from the subway and crowds
I’m taking the queue number for love
I fly ahead of me over an ocean of time
We’ve been hurt before in love
Looking at my route, I realised that the gate of my dream is too narrow
Meeting you is the most beautiful accident in my life
I believe my riddle will be solved in one day
