On a sad night, under the holy laurel tree,
You look up at the moonlit sky quietly, the pale moonlight shines on your cold mask,
Daphne seems to feel sad for you too.
Under the bright mask, you are so helpless and sad.
Under the vast moonlight,
Who can understand that sad poem?
...
...
The wind slid silently across Daphne's cheek,
A hint of coolness ruffled her long hair.
Her eyes were still looking up at the desolate moon with cold eyes,
Diana sheds cold moonlight on the earth,
Apollo is still looking for the love that is drifting away...
In the solemn Hades,
Kerberos, the guardian beast of the underworld, is roaring,
Watching sadly, Apollo signed a contract with the proud Hades.
"I hope Daphne can meet me again after ten thousand years,
I hope Daphne will fall deeply in love with me after ten thousand years,
As much as I love her. "
Tears dripped into Hades' hands along with the holy blood,
"O gods on Mount Olympus,
Please bless me for thousands of years to come,
Apollo will meet Daphne again,
Only this time there will be no more Cupid's silver arrows,
I hope there is only that crystal-like holy love. "...
Poems under the laurel tree,
The purest tears and the hottest blood,
Everything will happen in ten thousand years...