在薄暮里化开的雨色,你自北方归来,归来在贵如油的春雨里,归来在轻轻的薄暮里。长天一声低唤,惊动恹然春困的群山,呵,你怎么就孑然一身了?怎么就孑然一身地归来了?天穹茫茫,印你细弱的身影如汪洋里的孤舟,天风浩荡。鼓你欲举的双翼如山崖间的落叶;整个天都是你的,你背负长天飘然万里;一路东风也是你的,你就乘那东风飞越关山。 In the thin rain, you return from the north, returning in the delicate spring rain, and returning in the light and thin. The sky was low, and the mountains were disturbed by the spring storm. Oh, how did you come to one? How did you come back alone? The sound of heaven, your delicate figure was like a lonely boat in Wang Yangli. Draw the wings that you wish to lift, such as the leaves between mountains and cliffs; the entire day is yours, and you are carrying a long sky. The east wind is also yours. You fly through the mountains with the east wind.