Night is falling     

At the end of this spring     

The lights in the park are bright     

Green willow branches     

Reflected in the lakeside, rippling     

The gentle breeze blowing on my face     

Lingering under the moonlight     

Missing people everywhere     

Poached by a boat in the distance     

Broken into the peaceful heart and dissipated     

Arrange to see each other after the epidemic     

In the recurring impermanence     

Extravagant hope is like this bright moonlight     

Spring with sweet dreams     

Looking forward to the next dawn

(Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company: Zhang Zongyong)