Lyric

The lights are still on at the coffee shop on the corner

The scenery has changed where we used to sit

The name has not changed, but the story has been scattered in the wind

That winter you said don't look back

I smiled and agreed, but my heart had already stopped

Walking through the familiar alleys

You are not there, but I still memorize your rhythm

There is a kind of regret called us

It's not that we don't love each other, but time is unwilling to wait

Even though both of us are reluctant

We still let the silence end

You live in the fog in the north

I learn to be silent in the rain in the south

Occasionally I dream of that conversation

When I wake up, I only remember the outline of you turning around

There is a kind of regret called us

We passed by each other without asking more questions

You lowered your head, I pretended to be indifferent

But your voice is still echoing in my heart

[Violin+piano+guitar]

[Bridge]

We are not the ending of the story

But a page of the past that cannot be turned over

Like two people on a late night train

We got off the train separately and never contacted each other again

There is a kind of regret called us

No one is wrong, just too serious

If there is another turn

I will say it out loud——

"I still love you, don't wait until dark to admit it."

The lights on the corner have gone out

Your name is still quietly in my heart