The dark sky hangs low, insects are flying,
bright stars are accompanying them, flowers are sleeping,
Who are you missing. Every pair is beautiful,
The stars in the sky shed tears, not afraid of the dark sky,
The roses on the ground wither, only afraid of heartbreak.
The cold wind blows, no matter whether I am tired or not,
As long as I am with you. No matter east, west, north or south.