I want to be your longest autumn,
And when the life is breaking down,
I see that you are at the bottom,
Just feel my shoulder, it’s your town.

I want to draw your lightest smile,
To bring your flight into my heart.
Suppose you’re growing now and while
I will be waiting for your start.

Perhaps your pain is just a bottle,
Until you drink it, don’t you run.
I want to be your brightest autumn
Because the winter has begun.