我在黄昏写了一封信，载着落日的余晖和银河的浪漫，寄给温柔本身。

I write a letter in the evening，carrying the sunset and the romance of the galaxy， to the tenderness itself.

云朵偷喝了放在屋顶的酒，于是脸红成了晚霞。

The clouds stole the wine on the roof， then the blush turned to sunset glow.

從前的月光很慢，有点闲，有点懒，在一杯茶里消磨了整个黄昏，在半个梦里看星星满天。

Once upon a time the moonlight was slow， a little idle， a little lazy， in a cup of tea to kill the whole evening，in half a dream to see the stars.

落日黄昏，那是一天中最温柔且最轻松的时刻，走在回家的路上，看着倦鸟归林，夕阳西下，市井长巷，烟火人间。