这里，黄昏已经降临。太阳神哟，你那黎明现在沉落在哪个国度、哪个海滨?

Here, dusk has come. Sun God, which country and seaside is your dawn now sinking? <br><br>Here, tuberose trembles slightly in the darkness, like a bride in a veil, standing shyly at the door of the new house; the flower of the morning-golden incense wood , Where are buds blooming? <br><br>Someone woke up. The lights lit at dusk have been extinguished, and the wreaths of white roses that have been made up at night have also been adjusted. <br><br>Here, the firewood of every house is tightly closed; there, the windows of every house are open. Here, the boat drew ashore, and the fishermen fell asleep; there, the breeze raised the sails. <br><br>People left the inn and walked towards the east; the morning light shone on their foreheads, but their money for crossing the river has not been paid until now. Through a window on the side of the road, those black eyes, with a longing for compassion, are staring at their backs. A big road unfolds before them, like a vermilion invitation to send out an invitation: "Everything is ready for you." With the rhythm of their hearts, the drum of victory has been beaten. <br><br>Here, all the people are riding the sunset boat, sailing towards the evening glow. <br><br>In the yard of the inn, they laid down their ragged clothes and fell down to take shelter; some were alone, some with their tired partners; in the dark, they could not see what was on the road ahead, and now they just whispered. They talked about what happened on the road they passed; the conversation was interrupted, and then there was silence; then they looked up from the courtyard, and the Big Dipper was hanging in the sky. <br><br>Sun god, on your left is the dusk, on your right is the dawn, please let them unite! Let the shadow of the dusk and the brilliance of the sunrise embrace and kiss each other! Let the song of the dusk be that The song of dawn bless you!

Here, dusk has come. O Sun God, in which country and by which seashore does your dawn now fall?<br>Here, the evening Jasper trembled slightly in the dark, like a veiled bride standing shyly at the door of her new house; Where does golden fragrant wood, the flower of the morning, bloom?<br>Someone woke up. The lights lit at dusk have been extinguished, and the white rose rings woven at night have been adjusted.<br>Here, every family's firewood door is closed; There, every window is open. Here, the boat docked and the fishermen slept; There, the gentle wind raised the sails.<br>People left the Inn and walked to the East; The morning light fell on their foreheads, but their money for crossing the river has not been paid yet. Through the roadside windows, those black eyes, with a desire for mercy, are staring at their backs. A road opened up in front of them like a vermilion invitation: "everything is ready for you." with the rhythm of their hearts, the drum of victory has been sounded.<br>Here, all people take the boat of dusk to the sunset.<br>In the courtyard of the inn, they spread their rags and fell down to live; Some are alone, others are with tired partners; In the dark, they couldn't see what the road ahead was. Now they were just whispering about what happened on the road they passed; The conversation was interrupted, and then there was silence; Then they looked up from the yard. The Big Dipper was hanging in the sky.<br>Sun God, on your left is the dusk and on your right is the dawn. Please unite them! Let the shadows of dusk and the glow of dawn embrace and kiss each other! Let the song of dusk bless the song of dawn!

Here, dusk has come. God of the sun, which country and seashore is your dawn now sinking? Here, tuberose quivers slightly in the dark, just like a veiled bride, shyly standing at the door of a new house; Where is the morning flower, the golden fragrant wood, blooming again? Someone woke up. The lights lit at dusk have gone out, and the wreath of white roses woven at night has been adjusted. Here, the Chai Fei of every family is closed; There, the windows of every household are open. Here, the boats dock and fishermen fall asleep; There, the wind lifted the sail. People leave the inn and walk towards the east; The morning light shines on their foreheads, but their money for crossing the river has not been paid yet. Through the windows by the roadside, the pairs of black eyes, with the desire of pity, are staring at their backs. A road opened before them, like a scarlet invitation: "Everything is ready for you." With the rhythm of their hearts, the drum of victory has been beating. Here, all the people are riding the boat at dusk, crossing to the sunset glow. In the courtyard of the inn, they laid down rags and fell down to live; Some people are lonely, others are with tired companions; In the dark, we can't see clearly what's on the road ahead. Now they are just whispering about what happened on the road. The conversation was interrupted, and then there was silence; Then they looked up from the yard, and the Big Dipper was hanging in the sky. Sun God, on your left is this dusk and on your right is that dawn. Please let them unite! Let the twilight shadow and the morning glow embrace and kiss each other! Let the song of dusk bless the song of dawn!