Burning: burning;
Rave: Roar; Say angrily; Ecstasy;
Fury: anger; Intense and violent; Desire, madness;
Wisdom: smart and wise; Knowledgeable, knowledgeable; I see; Like a wise man;
Bifurcation: bifurcation, bifurcation;
Wave: wave; Wave, fluctuation; A person who suddenly appears;
Fragile: fragile and weak; Weak will;
Wild: savage; Passion; Desolate;
Sorrow: grief; Mourn; Sadness;
Flame: burning violently; Glow, glow;
Meteor: a meteor;
Curse: curse; Translation: Wu Ningkun
Don't walk gently into that beautiful night, old age should burn and roar at sunset; Anger, anger at the disappearance of light. Although smart people know that darkness is right when they die, because their words are not as lightning-fast as generate's, they did not walk into that beautiful night gently. Good people, when the last wave passed, shouted how brilliantly their fragile good deeds could have danced in the green bay and thundered and flashed in the disappearance of light. The mob caught and sang the rising sun, but it was too late. They made the sun sad on the road and didn't walk gently into that beautiful night. Serious people, close to death, see with dazzling eyes that blind eyes can shine like meteors, rejoice in the disappearance of light, thunder and lightning. You, my father, are at that sad height. Now curse me with your tears and bless me. I beg you not to walk quietly into that beautiful night. Anger, anger at the disappearance of light. Don't walk gently into that beautiful night, the old man should burn and shout at the sunset; Anger, anger at the disappearance of light. Wise people know that the darkness is real even when they are dead, but because their words are not as lightning as generate's, they don't walk quietly into that beautiful night. Good people, in the last turbulent past, howled their fragile achievements and could have danced brilliantly in the green bay, and were also angry at the fading of the light. Savages meet and sing about the sun's flight, realizing it's too late. They let it lament on the road, and they didn't walk gently into that beautiful night. People with heavy hearts can see blindness with dazzling vision when they die, shining like meteors. They are happy, and they also denounce the disappearance of light. And you, my father, are in a state of great sadness. Please curse and bless me with your tears. I pray. Don't walk gently into that beautiful night, angry and angry at the fading light.
Tu An Translation: Don't walk into that beautiful night lightly. At the end of the day, the old man should burn and shout loudly. It's time to denounce the gradual disappearance of light. Although the wise men knew the darkness when they died, they didn't walk gently into that beautiful night because their words didn't flash like generate's. After the last wave, kind people-who shouted that their careers were fragile and could have danced brilliantly in Green Bay-were angry. Crazy people-catch and sing the leap of the sun, understand (it's too late! They let the sun lament in the middle-they didn't walk into the beautiful night gently. Serious people-when they see that blindness can shine like a blind meteor at the end of their lives, they are also angry and angry with the light. And you, father, are sad on high. Please curse me with tears, bless me and pray. Don't walk quietly into that beautiful night. It's time to denounce the light.
Don't walk meekly into that beautiful night, the year of the dragon bell will burn and scold at sunset; Roar, roar at the disappearance of light. The wise men at the end of life understand the justice of darkness. Their words can no longer inspire lightning, but they will not meekly walk into that beautiful night. Good people, in the last wave of sweeping, will growl that their fragile charity could have danced incandescence in the green bay, and will growl that the light has disappeared. Violent people will hold fast to the flying sun and sing, knowing that they have made it sad all the way. Although they understood it too late, they would not walk into that beautiful night meekly. When a gloomy person approaches the horizon of death, his blind eyes will flash like a meteor with ripples of joy and roar at the disappearance of light. And you, my father, have risen to the highest level of sadness. Although you curse and bless me with tears, please never walk into that beautiful night meekly, but roar at the disappearance of light.
Binhai, Fu Hao, Monroe translation: Don't walk into that beautiful night meekly, the old people should burn and roar at sunset; Anger, anger at the death of light. Smart people know that darkness is right only after they die, because their words are no longer lightning, but don't walk meekly into that beautiful night. The good man stirred the last wave and shouted glory. Their fragile charity once danced in the Green Bay and thundered and thundered in the death of light. Violent people catch and sing the flying sun, although it is too late, but also understand that it is the sadness on the way, don't meekly walk into that beautiful night. Serious people, close to death, can see blind eyes shining like meteors through dazzling sighs, angrily denounce and forgive the disappearance of light. And you, my father, are at the peak of grief. Curse me, bless me, with your tears at this moment; I beg you not to walk meekly into that beautiful night. Anger. Angry at the death of light.
Translated version of Xiao Li's interpretation:
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Old age should also burn in the dusk.
Resist, resist at this dying moment.
A wise man knew that night was coming before he died.
Their wisdom will not light up the fork in the road.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Good people, when the last wave roared past, cry heartily.
Small moves can also dance brilliantly in youth.
Resist, resist at this dying moment.
A warrior who sings loudly after the sun.
They suddenly woke up, but it was too late and they were immersed in grief.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
The dying man's eyes are confused.
Blind people can do it, shining like meteors.
Resist, resist at this dying moment.
My father, when your heart is broken.
I pray to curse with your tears now, bless me.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Resist, resist at this dying moment.
Don't walk meekly into a long night's rest, because old people need the glow of the sunset; Ho, ho, even if the fire of life is about to go out Although the words of the wise are not as vigorous as thunder and lightning, although they know that darkness is an unchangeable law, they will not meekly walk into the long night of rest. The dribs and drabs of the Green Bay are swaying, and the call of good people in the last wave is clearer, roars, roars, even if the fire of life is about to go out. It is too late. The madman makes the sun miserable, catches the flying sun and sings a hymn. They will not meekly walk into the long night's rest. Serious people gradually become blind when they are close to death, and their blind eyes flash like meteors, full of joy and growl, even if the fire of life is about to go out. I hope you can pray or curse that tears burn like fire, father, at this saddest moment. Don't meekly walk into the long night's rest. Ho, ho, even if the fire of life is about to go out Never walk meekly into the dark night, and the old man will burn and scream before the sunset; Anger is right. Anger is fading away. Even if wise people finally understand that darkness is inevitable, because their words can no longer be crossed by lightning, they will never tame that dark night. Good people, taking advantage of the last wave, shouted: how bright. They should dance in the green bay and be angry at the withering of the light. Wild people, when they met the sun, also realized that it was too late, which made it sad on the road and never tamed into night. Silent people, dying, blurred vision can see the eyes of the blind shining like meteors, full of joy, anger, angry withered light. And you, my father, at this peak of sorrow, please curse me fiercely and bless me with tears. Never walk meekly into the night. Anger is right. Anger is fading away.
Wesley Wang: Don't walk gracefully into that wonderful night, the old days at dusk will burn and roar; Crazy, crazy to resist the annihilation of light. Although the wise men have realized that darkness is the true color at the end of life, because they can no longer let words pass through lightning, nor can they walk gracefully into that wonderful night. Rolling the last wave, shouting glory, virtuous people praise their fragile resistance, can dance in the green bay, crazy, crazy to resist the annihilation of light. The madman grabbed the escaped grandson and sang loudly. Although it was too late, he knew that sorrow was coming. Don't walk gracefully into that beautiful night. The dying solemn person can rekindle his blind eyes with dazzling eyesight, be as cheerful as a meteor, and resist the annihilation of light crazily and crazily. And you, my father, at this tragic peak, I pray, curse me with your terrible tears and bless me. Don't walk gracefully into that beautiful night. Crazy, crazy to resist the annihilation of light.
High translation:
Never greet the night, old man. Please growl at the end of the day. Although sages are defeated by dark poems, they can never light up the sky. Sages dance in the blue bay for the good deeds submerged by the stormy waves, and crazy people cry and roar for the light. Like Kuafu, they feel late sadness in singing every day, and they never greet the night. The deceased died at the end of his life, and the roar of dazzling meteors roared in the light. You, my dying father, please hold the last tears and curse, please bless me and pray, and never greet the night and roar in the light.