I always know that I build castles on sand,

Creating for my dreams a haven.

I keep wandering in search of shelter,

In a corner of your surprisingly desolate heart...

Sometimes, my feet pass through unfamiliar streets.

The alleys so silent in the midday slumber.

Sunshine waiting outside, whose house is shut?

Suddenly, my heart becomes blurry... 

I hear your voice calling out gently...

Some nights, lying awake, I listen to the sounds from the city.

Dim golden lights waiting for the rain to come.

Lost cries echo through near empty streets.

Half of my life, someone has already bought...

Yet, half of my life passes through your lane.

The precarious slope with glistening sunshine. 

Returning a worn-out love at the end of the hill,

In desolation, I go home ... in the midnight rain...