The setting sun sliding between two eucalyptuses
like a yolk falling into a fuscous porcelain bowl
A window is opened on the night by dream, dimly revealing
the blinking eye pupil of the moon
Seven fairies suddenly appear in moonlight
swinging the long sleeves to approach a wooden hut
The river water touched by sleeves, those silky words
gently hold the bateau damaged by sharp stone
The river is like a white snake that crimps
and silently vanishes into deep brushwood grass
In the shadow of wavy willow on bank, a song hesitates
In the gaze of dawn, the horse hoof of a song
the white skirts of fairies drawn down from horseback
all cluster around the light of river wave and gradually disappear