I also saw the smoke curling up and the color of the setting sun hanging over the earth. I want to ask you where are you going with all that smoke? There is poetry at sunset and poetry at dusk. Although beautiful, I only have you in my heart.
Looking at the smoke rising and the color covering the earth, I want to ask where the smoke you are going to is. One evening, it is poetic and picturesque, but I only have you in my heart.