yi qun shi xue de ma yi

bei fu rou suo xi yin

wo mian wu biao qing

kan gu du de feng jing

shi qu ni

ai hen kai shi fen ming

shi qu ni

hai you shen me shi hao guan xin

dang ge zi bu zai xiang zheng he ping

wo zhong yu bei ti xing

guang chang shang wei shi de shi tu ying

wo yong piao liang de ya yun

xing rong bei lüe duo yi kong de ai qing

a

wu yun kai shi zhe bi

ye se bu gan jing

gong yuan li

zang li de hui yin

zai man tian fei xing

song ni de

bai se mei gui

zai chun he de huan jing diao ling

wu ya zai shu qi shang gui yi de hen an jing

jing jing ting

wo hei se de da yi

xiang wen nuan ni

ri jian bing leng de hui yi

zou guo de

zou guo de

sheng ming

a

si zhou mi man wu qi

wo zai kong kuang de mu di

lao qu hou hai ai ni

wei ni tan zou xiao bang de ye qu

ji nian wo si qu de ai qing

gen ye feng yi yang de sheng yin

xin sui de hen hao ting

shou zai jian pan qiao hen qing

wo gei de si nian hen xiao xin

ni mai zang de di fang jiao you ming

wei ni tan zou xiao bang de ye qu

ji nian wo si qu de ai qing

er wo wei ni yin xing mai ming

zai yue guang xia tan qin

dui ni xin tiao de gan ying

hai shi ru ci wen re qin jin

huai nian ni na xian hong de chun yin

na xie duan chi de qing ting

san luo zai zhe sen lin

er wo de yan jing

mei you si hao tong qing

shi qu ni

lei shui hun zhuo bu qing

shi qu ni

wo lian xiao rong dou you yin ying

feng zai zhang man qing tai de wu ding

chao xiao wo de shang xin

xiang yi kou mei you shui de ku jing

wo yong qi mei de zi xing

miao hui hou hui mo ji de na ai qing

Translated version

"Nocturnes"

A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted to rotten flesh

With an expressionless face

I watch the lonely scenery

Losing you

Love and hate start to become clear

Losing you

What else is there to care about?

When a dove no longer symbolises peace

I'm eventually reminded

That they are vultures feeding in the public square

I use a beautiful rhyme

To describe love being robbed

Oh

The dark clouds begin to cover

The colour of the night is not clean

In the park

The echo of the funeral

Flying in the boundless sky

The white rose

I gave you

Withered in the pure black surroundings

The crow is peculiarly very silent on the tree branch

Silently listening

My black overcoat

Wants to warm you up

The memories that are day-by-day becoming colder

Walk past

Walk past

The life

Oh

Hazy fog is all around

I am at the vast and boundless cemetery

I'll still love you when I'm old

I play for you Chopin's Nocturnes

Commemorating my dead love

The same sound as the night winds

Heart breaking sounds good

My hand strikes the keyboard lightly

The recollections I gave are very careful

The place you are buried at is called The Other World

I play for you Chopin's Nocturnes

Commemorating my dead love

And I conceal my identity for you

Playing the piano under the moon

The feeling and response I have towards your heartbeat

It is still so warm and intimate

I miss that bright red lipstick of yours

Those dragonflies with broken wings

Scatter down onto this forest

And my eyes

Have not a single shred of sympathy

Losing you

Tears are unclear

Losing you

Even my smile has a shadow

The wind at the rooftop grown full of moss

Jeers at my sadness

Like a dry well without water

I use a sad but beautiful font

To describe that love that is too late to regret