The sun in the west has become extremely gentle,
The orange-red glow is like brocade,
Ethereal and with unspeakable shock,
The noise of the city is blown away by the wind,
The horizon gradually broadens,
It's like the world has stopped...
Time flies,
Only the breathtaking sunset remains unchanged,
Turning around and sighing:
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason,
One string and one column miss the Chinese years.