白云无法安慰躁动的人心，
大是她捎不去断了又续的思念。
蓝天算是明媚的了，
也有害怕黑夜的时候；
他那毕竟还不是太阳，
没法足够燃烧自己……

White clouds cannot soothe the restless heart;
And she cannot carry away the broken, lingering longing.
The blue sky is bright enough,
Yet even it fears the night.
After all, he is not the sun,
Unable to burn enough of himself…