Since you left, you have lost your tenderness.
Waiting on this snowy mountain road is long, listening to the cold wind whistling as usual.
Looking around, the wind cut my face like a knife.
I can't wait for the blue sky in the west sea, nor can I talk about this vast plateau.
Remember you promised me you wouldn't let me find you.
But you flew so far with the migratory birds returning from the south, and love was broken like a kite.
I can't stop your promise. I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snowy mountain.
Lonely geese waiting to return after the melting of plateau ice and snow, love is difficult to continue.
As far as the eye can see, we can't go back in time.
The wind cuts the face like a knife, and can't wait for the blue sky in the West Sea.
Silence this vast plateau, remember you promise me.
I won't miss you, but you can fly so far with migratory birds returning from the south.
Love is like a kite with a broken thread. It can't keep its promise.
I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snow-capped mountain, waiting for the lonely geese to return after the plateau ice and snow melt.
Love is hard to continue, and we can't go back to our past.
Remember you promised me you wouldn't let me find you.
But you flew so far with the migratory birds returning from the south, and love was broken like a kite.
I can't stop your promise. I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snowy mountain.
Lonely geese waiting to return after the melting of plateau ice and snow, love is difficult to continue.
We can't go back to our past.