- 又一年七月半晚风凉，斜阳渐矮只影长。
这场故梦里，孤桨声远荡，
去他乡，遗忘。
yet another year [ in which ] the night wind of july will be cool, the setting sun gradually grows shorter
[ closer to the horizon ] and the lone shadow lengthens.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwithin this old dream, the sound of the lone oar travels far,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxheading to a foreign place far from home, forgotten.
