Don't walk into that beautiful night gently,
Old age should burn and revel at the end of the day;
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Although the wise finally know that darkness is right,
Because there is no forked lightning in their words
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Good man, how brilliant you cried after the last wave.
Their fragile behavior may dance in the green bay,
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Savages capture and sing the sun in flight,
I realized that it was too late, and they were sad on the road.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
The people in the grave, dying, see things in a blur.
Blind eyes can shine and be happy like meteors.
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
And you, my father, are on the heights of sadness,
Curse, please bless me with your tears, I pray.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Don't walk gently into that beautiful night,
Old age should burn and roar at sunset;
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Although the wise man knew that darkness was right when he died,
Because there is no lightning in their words, they
And I didn't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Good people, when the last wave passed, shouted out their fragile kindness.
Maybe I danced in the green bay,
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Violent people capture and sing the soaring sun,
Yes, but it's too late. They make the sun sad on the road.
And I didn't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Serious people, close to death, look with dazzling eyes.
Blind eyes can shine and be happy like meteors,
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
You, my father. At that sad height.
Now curse me with your tears and bless me. I beg you.
Don't walk quietly into that beautiful night.
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire and take down the book.
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep.
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity.
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.
when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Tired of sitting by the fire, take down this book,
Read slowly, chasing the eyes of the year.
Your soft eyes and deep aura.
How many people like your flash in the pan,
Love your beauty, hypocrisy or truth,
Only one person loved your pilgrim heart,
Love the scars of years on your sad face.
Bend over the hood,
Meditation and muttering,
How love dies, how to climb mountains,
How to hide your face among the stars
Recite the first theme piano suitable for Forrest Gump.
; Recite the second piano piece 5 suitable for Richard clayderman's Starry Sky or Ishikawa's Night.