Someone

I heard the winter left
I woke up in a certain year and month
I plan, I wait and I expect
but I cannot decide my future
on a cloudy day towards the evening outside the car's window
someone is waiting in the future
I look to the left, to the right and to the front
When will my true love come?
Whom will I meet and what will I say?
The one I am waiting, how far is he in the future?
I heard the wind from the underground train and the crowd
I am queuing with the love number card in my hand
I fly to the future through te sea of time
We have experienced the pain of love in our past relationships
I look at the road, the entrance of my dream is narrow
Meeting you is the prettiest accident that I have
I believe one day my riddle will be revealed...