I want to translate a poem.

The color line is a part of the sky.

Fragments of autumn make colorful butterflies fly in the sky.

Thinking about the sunset (thinking about the sunset)

There is a weak heartbeat city (weak heartbeat city)

Ancient and distant rhythm (ancient and distant rhythm)

Although the passage of time will not stop.

Open this page to light up the long-lost heart (open this page to light up the long-lost heart)

Maybe you will find the other side of hope?