Light rain falls on your loose sideburns,
Like broken beads in blue algae,
Or a dead fish scoop turned over on the waves,
Shining with mysterious and sad light;
Seduce and take away my blue soul,
Sleeping in the dream kingdom of love and death,
With golden air and purple sun,
Poor people were there crying with joy;
Like a thin, black old cat,
In the dim light, I am haggard,
Out of my previous hypocritical and sincere pride;
Then, follow it to stumble in the light fog;
Like red foam floating in an amber clock,
I hide the tears of love in the dark memory.