Since you left, you have lost your tenderness.
It's a long way to wait in this snowy mountain, listening to the cold wind still whistling.
Looking around, the wind cut my face like a knife.
I can't wait for the blue sky in the west sea and the endless plateau to be speechless.
Remember you promised me you wouldn't let me find you,
But you followed the migratory bird back to the south so far.
Love is like a broken kite, which can't hold your promise.
I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snowy mountain.
Lonely geese wait for the plateau ice and snow to melt and return.
Love can't continue, and we can't go back to our past.