Original text of poetry on glass windows

The gloomy summer dusk

A ray of sunset casts into the darkness through the tall glass window

Leaving a burning mark on my heart.

The street lights on the balcony and the riverside are on

Who, who lit up the street lights on the Notre Dame Bridge?

There was a musty smell in the house

There was a painful red blood stain in the house.

The stars are like mother's earrings

The dusk is covered with a layer of black velvet:

The ropes tremble in the dark dusk

The ropes tremble in the darkness The dusk,

The heart of dusk

will always be engraved with painful scars of red blood.