It's late at night,
The lights in all the houses have gone out,
There are only lilacs in the courtyard,
Still standing proudly in the wind.
But who knows?
In front of the teacher's window,
The lights are still bright.
The quiet night exudes a faint fragrance,
The gentle breeze caressed the teacher's hair,
The teacher didn't notice at all,
Staring at everything,
All the warm words have long been forgotten,
I just want to truly say:
Take a rest and let the lilac flowers accompany you into your dreams...