When it reaches here, the wind is sticky
Clinging to the nostalgia of passersby
When it reaches here, the rain winds to become thread
Winding around to connect us on this world

You by my side is affinity
Affinity is written on a lucky stone
One 10,000th of love is sweet
I'd rather be buried in this little bit

Circles, circles, circles, daily, yearly, daily
I look at your face deeply
A face with the tenderness of anger, the tenderness of complaint

We don't understand the torment of love and hate, favor and enmity
We had thought being in love was like gentle wind and rain
Believing that loving one day could hold up against eternity
Freezing this moment in time

We don't understand how to show tenderness
We had thought that dying for love was an archaic rumor
How painful is it to part from worries? How thick are those pains
When dreams are buried in the smoky rain of the river south
Only the heartbroken will understand