牆冷如心，燈孤如夢，
雨聲在暗處輕輕重重。
誰曾推門，誰又止步，
夜深無語，唯聽時空。

The wall is as cold as the heart, the light as lonely as a dream.
Rain whispers in the dark — soft, then deep.
Who once pushed the door, and who turned away?
The night speaks nothing, only time echoes.