The Idea
我的双眼望向天空
在能听见江的阁楼里
汽笛阵阵传来
浪声忽明忽暗
捉摸不定
就像你的心
我把自己拜托给回忆和长江
爱情
是一个人的事情
存在于
我和我的阁楼里
My eyes look up to the ceiling. In the attic where I can hear the river, the car horns come and go. The sound of the waves are sometimes bright and sometimes dim. It is unpredictable. Just like your heart. I entrust myself to memories and the Yangtze River. Love is a personal matter. It exists in me and my attic.