Looking at the last rays of color after sunset,

The intoxicated mind suddenly cleared up,

It's dark,

The last glimmer of light left for the world is about to be gone.

now

Feel the rush of the years,

sigh and regret for this,

Tired,

The red clouds hanging in the sky are tired,

The toiling people are tired,

The whole noisy city is also tired,

Only the mind is awake,

Crying out for help for a weary body,

What a rarity—dusk!

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