This cloudy evening,I am standing in Charles Bridge.
The wind is blowing from the farthest place to my nearest face.
Many birds are flying in a circle,
waiting for the coming of night.

The river keeps flowing and they are saying：
What are you searching?
What are you searching for in your shallow life?
Someone plays the violin,and the sound is like
caressing the smooth velvet.

People come,and go,without saying goodbyes in their meet.
The lamplight stands still,
and time rests on its head.
It must be sad when you cannot be seen in other’s eye.
Now,the bridge is shaping his autumn face,
eager for a cozy rain.......

How are you today?
Is there a river running through your heart?
Does it carry a sweet melody?
Is there a wind blowing away your love scar marked on your skin?
Are you prepared to see me or not?

Run to me, like a river,
and carry all your bitter sorrows.
Let the music play.
Let the sound of river fill your empty ear,
and you will never shower in the sad. :)

Ciao,