二, 三, 四
[Èr, sān, sì]

One month later
Left behind in December
The way, no more repetition
I'm still not sure
Where's the way out?

Late in the night
Or in the morning
It pushes me over the edge
And no one can help but I'm still waiting

These stray cats
Don't know where to go but straight ahead
During the days of last year, days of last year
I, I know that the rubbish that we have will never burn out
So, give us time to think it over

These stray cats
Don't know where to go but straight ahead
During the days of last year, days of last year
I, I know that the rubbish that we have will never burn out
So, give us time to think it over