Under the shadow of the clouds,
Screening the heart with soft sweeping of spring wind,
Heaven's tones gently waving,
Quivering this desire.
Gazing at the courageous blue sky,
Birds dancing together,
Chatting pleasantly in the middle of dusk,
Hung on spoiled persuading the sun.
Panorama of west horizon's glistening,
Beautiful atmosphere built so mixed throughly,
Bundled with purity,
Unlimited peaceful.
The red light that brilliant,
For many times since history began,
The colour remain the same.
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