That's who waits on a dark street corner

Crying, greedy and soft-eyed under the lamp

Wait until someone approaches and takes him by the hand

I haven't stopped looking for a long time

Someone called out that the voice was as sad as bitter wine in the throat

I heard someone asking me if my son had returned

I saw him wandering at the end of the night

How can we find our way home by forgetting the past

Toddler: I open my eyes and go back to the world

How can I find you in such a big world?

Look at the lights on who weeps in the night

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, I don't stop

Narrator: Even if we meet again, things are gone

When did the former home of his hometown remain only in ruins

Plucked the strings and sang a song, and someone shed a few tears

Remembering the past, lamenting and speechless