In the misty rain of March in the south, you sit in your empty rice shop.

You are looking for your own fragrance with an apple in one hand and fate in the other.

People outside the window are in a hurry, looking at the wet road.

Your dance moves in an empty room, and time turns into smoke.

Dear, can you feel that tomorrow has come and our ship is parked on the dock?

I will wash my hair and climb the mast to support our home like vines.

Dear, can you feel that tomorrow has come and our ship is parked on the dock?

I will wash my hair and climb the mast to support our home like vines.

The lyrics of Midian are as follows

The parade swung south, and it was empty.

Hold the apple in one hand and the fate in the other. Your own fragrance is what you think.

All these passers-by turned their eyes to the street.

Your dance runs through the room, and then time disappears.

loverdoyouknotomorrowiscoming，onthedockisourboatwaiting

idwashmyhairclimbbtototopofthemast，toholdupourgrapeleaflikehome

Love, you know tomorrow is coming, wait on the boat.

idwashmyhairclimbbtototopofthemast，toholdupourgrapeleaflikehome

Compose, write lyrics, sing and translate He Dahe, piano king, master Yu Hao, sing He Dahe, acoustic guitar He Dahe, others Yu Hao, drum and land.