迷霧 [Mi Wu] [English translation]

Where was she once standing?

She took the road under the moonlight,

and dedicated herself to that caring

Icy-cold night fog hang over the ey)brow

She encounters the warm longings

At first, she is not lost

The memory of her face, thinking of her eyebrows

Can’t clearly see the longing, leaving without saying a word

Ghosts within our/her hearts, still hope that stuff in the past will reappear

The hand that she held, whether or not will slip away

The wind gently drifting, sings about knowing that we’ll meet again

The same place where she waited, the worries she should get rid of, are difficult to look back on

He was caught in the ups and downs of the past

Indefinable obscurity

Bitter loneliness in our hearts

Looking at the sky, somewhere, there’s a set number of them

She can’t hear that blessing

Bound by the loneliness of love and hate