You, the last mosquito on this winter night,
Uttering the last sigh of the winter night，
Singing the last song of the winter night
Slowly,
Fly towards me.
Slowly fly towards me.
You, the last mosquito on a winter night
Singing the last song of the winter night
And come to kiss me for the last time on this winter night.
Buzzing, uttering
The last sigh in the westerly wind.
Just like my hair,
Dark, cold and long,
The winter night will also disappear.
And you,
Will die in the morning light of tomorrow.
Your descendants are still huddled in the cracks of this small room
Just like I am huddled under this thin quilt.
You have many descendants.
But there is so much death.
Your corpse, ah, your corpse，
No one discovers it, no one remembers it.