Please translate the lyrics of a country music.

On a hot summer night, on a train that I don't know where to go,

I met a gambler, and we were all too bored to sleep.

So we took turns staring at the darkness outside the window.

Bored, he began to talk.

He said, "Son, I've been watching my words and deeds all my life.

You can tell from people's eyes what cards they are holding.

If you don't mind my saying, I can also see that you don't have a trump card.

Let me have a sip of your whisky and I'll give you some advice. "

So I handed the bottle and he took the last sip.

Then he asked for a cigarette and borrowed a light from me.

The night became dead silent, and his face was expressionless.

He said, "If you want to play this game, son, you must learn how to play it well.

You need to know when to bid and when to deduct.

When to leave and when to come back.

You must never sit at the gambling table and count money.

After gambling, there is enough time to count the money.

Every gambler knows the secret of survival.

That is what to lose and what to keep.

Because every hand can win or lose.

Your best wish is to die in a dream. "

Say that finish, he turned to the window.

Stuffed out cigarettes and gradually fell asleep.

Somewhere in the dark, the gambler drew a draw.

In his last sentence, I found a trump card that I could master.

You need to know when to bid and when to deduct.

When to leave and when to come back.

You must never sit at the gambling table and count money.

After gambling, there is enough time to count the money.

(repeated twice)

[Note: "* game"-gamblers regard life as a hand]

On a warm summer night, on a train bound for nowhere,

I met that gambler. We are all too tired to sleep.

So we took turns staring at the darkness outside the window.

When we were bored, he began to speak.

He said, "Son, I have read minds for a living.

Know what the cards are by the way they hold their eyes.

So if you don't mind, I know you don't have a trump card,

In order to taste your whisky, I'll give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he took my last sip.

Then he begged for a cigarette and asked me for a light.

The night became silent and his face lost all expression.

He said, "If you want to play this game, son, you must learn to play it correctly.

You need to know when to hold them and when to put them away.

Know when to walk away and know when to run away.

When you sit at the table, you never count money.

There will be enough time to count after the transaction.

Every gambler knows the secret of survival.

Know what to throw away and what to keep.

Because every hand is a winner and every hand is a loser.

The best result you can hope for is to die in your sleep. "

When he finished, he turned to face the window.

Put out your cigarette and go to sleep slowly.

Somewhere in the dark, the gambler who doesn't lose money or make money.

In his last words, I found a trump card that I could keep.

You need to know when to hold them and when to put them away.

Know when to walk away and know when to run away.

When you sit at the table, you never count money.

There will be enough time to count after the transaction.

(repeated twice)