The setting sun splashes down,
The setting sun is brilliant,
The glorious years,
The color of red and blood.
Where are the fragmentary remaining memories?
Washed away by the storm,
covered with scars,
covered with cuts and bruises.
Bath in an ashes tomb,
Achieve prosperity, but shed tears for the rest of your life.
The setting sun is like blood, and the scorching sun is like fire.