Looking at the dark sky,
I saw a new moon shining on the world.
The ears suddenly came the sadness of the Nightingale,
It was the last hymn she gave to that bright red love.
In this gray world,
People are often confused by love.
Ah! those people who were confused by love,
why?Why are your eyes often filled with tears?
Your disillusionment happened again and again,
Your body and mind are exhausted,
But you don't want to give up.
You believe that the nightingale will find a red rose for you.
You believe your love goes beyond Romeo and Juliet.
You believe in Aflodite, the god of love,
will offer you the most sincere wish.
But you don't know,
The Nightingale's rose eventually felled into the gutter,
Romeo died with Juliet under the poison and a sharp sword.
As for the God of love,
Where is she right now?
Ah! Those people who were hurt by love,
You spend your whole life to think,
—— What is love?
Back on the street was dusk,
Love and reality,
Just like Maugham's《Moon And Sixpence》,
Everyone wants the moon,
But what the reality leaves for us,
It's just six pence.
Love is just like the fireworks in the sky,
bright and colourful.
But it is so brief,
And out of reach.
