怎麼了 [What's Wrong] [English translation]

I get into the car,I collect myself and carry the luggage on my back.

I'm gone I repeatedly listen to the songs you like once again.

There're too many sweet memories,my heart's a mess, it's really over.

I'm reluctant to let you go, I still remember the happy birthday song you sang.

I finally understand your gentle ways.

You smile as the topic turns to this yet it's too late.

I draw out a white line in the coffee with my latte art skills, I make a cup of yearning.

Your profile is on the surface of the coffee, it forms my thoughts of you, it forms my reminiscences of you.

Your long hair trails over your shoulder,I gradually sketch out the arc of the corner of your mouth.

Everything in the past,I slowly drink down a picture with you in it.

Refill the loneliness in my hand,who does it make bitter.

It's sobered up the feeling of leaving you back then.

It's made the parting cold in a season that's not winter.

I still want to hear you call me baby,I'm afraid you'll have someone else by your side.

I face the sleepless nights alone,the flowers lack butterflies,the leaves withered on the trees.

I still want to hear you call me baby,an enjoyable heartbreak, perhaps it's more clear-cut.

A blizzard engulfs the sky in our world,somebody I used to love.

What happened?(What do you think?)Why is it whenever we communicate it always end up with me crying(Let's not talk about it).

What can you do even if you admit your mistake,you've chosen it(I admitted it).

Are we too self-centered(self-centered),using it as an excuse to gain freedom.

I'm silent (I've left),we gave more than anyone(I gave more).

Yet we loved each other less maturely than anyone(You blame me).

Do we have to wait till the wound has healed(Healed)before we can love again.

I draw out a white line in the coffee with my latte art skills, I make a cup of yearning.

Your profile is on the surface of the coffee, it forms my thoughts of you, it forms my reminiscences of you.

Your long hair trails over your shoulder,I gradually sketch out the arc of the corner of your mouth.

Everything in the past,I slowly drink down a picture with you in it.

Refill the loneliness in my hand,who does it make bitter.

It's sobered up the feeling of leaving you back then.

It's made the parting cold in a season that's not winter.

I still want to hear you call me baby,I'm afraid you'll have someone else by your side.

I face the sleepless nights alone,the flowers lack butterflies,the leaves withered on the trees.

I still want to hear you call me baby,an enjoyable heartbreak, perhaps it's more clear-cut.

A blizzard engulfs the sky in our world,somebody I used to love.

I still want to hear you call me baby,I'm afraid you'll have someone else by your side.

I face the sleepless nights alone,the flowers lack butterflies,the leaves withered on the trees.

I still want to hear you call me baby,an enjoyable heartbreak, perhaps it's more clear-cut.

A blizzard engulfs the sky in our world,somebody I used to love.