The past is like the wind, infatuation is only hard to understand
Using wine to escape, but I can't escape the mist by my side
The candlelight throws shadows, but it can't show your face
Still, I only see you alone in that photo

The night wind is already cold, memories of the past seem like dreams
My heart seems frozen, how can I endure knowing you but not meeting you?
I can't bear heartache, I can't bear that love is already like the wind
I can't bear that I've let you have your way with my heart

Long ago, I planted for you: nine hundred ninety-nine roses
From the day we broke up, nine hundred ninety-nine roses
When the flowers withered, I'm already emaciated
A hundred thousand oaths, already extinguished with the flowers