I have long forgotten the night
Perhaps I have also forgotten the day
The white dove is hiding in the crow's nest
The horizon The color is blood red
The dusty road
Even the sky is foggy
Riding on the farthest drop of rain
< p> Visiting a strangerHe returned from the moonlight
Covered in thick fog
This pale night was born from dusk
p>Dusk is his mother
They are not related by blood
Only rely on the connection of time
To determine those vague things
The moon is waiting
This garden is full of clear colors
It looks a little yellow
Autumn is deep, and an eagle comes from the south To the north
Covering everything with wings
But he has nothing
In this rich world, this manor
He has not obtained a single Grass
When the gods descend on this night
Their bonfires reflect the bodies
It is the mantles of the dead that ring
From the south to The eagle in the north is silent
Flying towards the moon at this dusk