Lyric

The night is like a film that slowly stretches

Each frame records the time when you are not around

The neon lights sway on the glass, reflecting the emptiness in my heart

The light from the vending machine on the corner is the glimmer of the galaxy

I sit on the empty platform, reading the endless past

The ending in the novel is too hasty, like you quietly left without saying where to go

I hold a can of coffee in my palm, like the mark of your palm warmth

The wind blows through my hair, as if you are whispering: "Is it okay?"

I sit on the empty platform, time is as quiet as a lake without waves

The traveler in the novel went far away, but ultimately failed to return to his hometown

Two billion light years away

Will there be another me

Still waiting?

Looking up at the same night sky

Writing the yearning into the beat of a song

I sit on an empty platform

The light trembles slightly between my fingers

Although you never look back, I still sing to light the way for you

The night flows quietly, and I am still here, embracing the stars