The street lamp outside the window bowed its head,
The candlelight in the window shook brightly,
Who are you waiting for?
An airplane glides over the air,
The wind brought news of who left,
The candle went out,
The street light is still on.
The candlelight said to the street lamp,
Your waiting is meaningless.
The street lamp said to the candlelight,
I just like the feeling of waiting.