Master of Solitudinous 孤獨大師

I wipe the glass window

The traces of rain falling are all the same

One car, two cars, three cars pass the alley

The sounds are all the same

Sitting alone on a page of the past

Mirages are just fantasies

Thinking of someone from my hometown at the bedside

Embracing the frost, carrying the moonlight

Counting each cherished memory

Happiness hesitantly forgotten again

How can I face hope

What won't ignite despair

Resenting every storm, the wanderer melancholic every night

It's not hard to feel satisfied in heart

Still the same loneliness

Why is it the same loneliness

Still the same loneliness

Emaciated, desolate, all necessary

All loneliness is the inevitable ending

Closing my eyes to recall familiar places

But those I cherish are no longer by my side

The catalytic world wears down habits

Loneliness in the Möbius loop

Compassion is no better than self-sorrow

Who can truly forget this pain

The well is too deep, endlessly falling

The happiness in the cup has already faded

Hating the bitter wine isn't indifferent enough

Like a sunny day, no match for the stubbornness of rainy days

The burning heart thrown into the cold river

What will be different in the ending of this play

Still the same loneliness

Why is it the same loneliness, loneliness, loneliness

You and I both crave loneliness

In the wilderness, not lonely

Under the spotlight, very lonely

Not caring, alone in joy and sorrow, self-navigating