钢琴的声音已经响了几千年了，到目前为止还没有人听过它；香茶已经煮了几千年了，现在还没有人尝过；
The sound of the piano has been ringing for thousands of years, and so far no one has heard it; Fragrant tea has been boiled for thousands of years, and no one has tasted it yet;
到了晚上，食物和酒的诱人味道，天空被涂上了深色，慢慢扩散开来，覆盖了冬天的荒凉，覆盖了整条街道。
At night, the tempting taste of food and wine, the sky was painted dark, slowly spread, covering the desolation of winter and the whole street.
放弃了深情，挽着蝴蝶的翅膀，挽着秋风起伏的脉搏，等待感情的交流，相互牵制，相互期待一个浅浅的重叠时刻。
He gave up his deep feeling, took the wings of a butterfly, took the pulse of the autumn wind, waited for the exchange of feelings, restrained each other, and looked forward to a shallow overlapping moment.
金色的忧伤，洗去了到处的美丽和灰尘，如青春的气息漂浮在空气中，沉睡的灵魂，挥舞着秋天最后的微笑
The golden sadness washes away the beauty and dust everywhere, such as the breath of youth floating in the air, the sleeping soul waving the last smile of autumn
留下记忆的红叶，在昏暗的灯光下波动，寻找永不褪色的记忆。
The red leaves that leave memories fluctuate in the dim light, looking for memories that will never fade.
