又要搓搓手一个人过冬了。

I have to rub my hands again to spend the winter alone。

我慢慢喜欢一个人过冬，慢慢习惯一个人在孤独的环境中慢慢成长。

I gradually like to spend the winter alone and get used to growing up in a lonely environment。

这个世界大抵如此，我也渴望那些拥抱和温柔，可是那些美好的事物仿佛就在离我渐行渐远，我也不知道他们什么时候回来呢?

The world is mostly like this, I also long for those hugs and tenderness, but those beautiful things seem to be moving away from me, and I don't know when they will come back?