The sun sets and Venus shines high,
What a crisp call!
I wish the waves would not moan,
I will travel farther and farther across the sea;
The flowing sea water seems to be sleeping,
There is no more sound of waves and waves,
The sea water comes from the bottomless abyss,
but it turns back to its hometown.
The glow of dusk, the bells of Vespers,
and then darkness!
I wish there would be no sorrow of farewell,
when I get on the boat;
Although the flood will take me away,
Far away from the scope of time and space,
I look forward to seeing my helmsman,
when I cross the sea.
"Harmony at Dusk"
The hour has come, trembling on the branches,
Each flower spits out its fragrance like an incense burner,
Sounds and scents echoed in the dusk sky,
The melancholy and powerless waltz was dizzying.
Each flower spits out fragrance like an incense burner,
The violin swallows like a wounded heart;
The melancholy and feeble waltz makes people dizzy
The sky is sad and beautiful, like a big altar!
The violin gulps like a wounded heart,
A tender heart, he hates the big, black emptiness,
The sky is sad and beautiful at the same time Like a big altar,
the sun sank in its own thick blood.
A tender heart, he hates the big, black void,
Gathering all traces from the glorious past!
The sky is sad and beautiful like a big altar,
Your memory shines on me, as bright as a throne!
"Autumn"
Hello, there are still green woods on the top!
The yellow leaves are scattered on the grass!
Hello, last good day! Natural sorrow
Suitable for human suffering, it makes my eyes happy.
I wander along the lonely path in thought;
I like to come back and take a last look
This pale sun, its faint light
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It barely shines into the dark forest at my feet.
Yes, in the autumn when nature is dying,
I like its hazy look even more;
This is the farewell of a good friend, and the eternal death of death< /p>
The last smile on closed lips.
Therefore, although I mourn the loss of hope in my life,
Although I am ready to leave this realm of life,
I still look back with envious eyes,
Look at the happiness I have never experienced.
The earth, the sun, the valley, the beautiful nature,
I am dying, and I still owe you a tear!
How fragrant the air is! How bright the sunshine is!
How beautiful the sun appears to the dying man!
This cup of nectar and bile,
Now I will drink it all empty:
From the cup of life I drink Bottom,
Maybe there is a drop of honey left in it!
Maybe the beautiful future will be saved for me
A kind of happiness that has been despaired of!
Maybe there are people among all living beings that I don’t know
who can understand my heart and respond with my voice!
…
When a good flower falls, it gives its fragrance to the breeze;
This is its farewell to the sun and its life:
< p> I went; my soul, while dying,seemed to make a harmonious and desolate sound.