Dusk

by 黄昏, Mi Zheng-ying

夕阳越滚越远，眼看就要落进长河
一只雀鸟从树林间腾空而起
仿佛时光射出的箭矢
天空瞬间暗淡，夜色如潮涌来
黑暗发出回声

As the sun rolled down to the river
 to where it would soon plunge,
 a bird shot up from the trees
 like the arrow of time.
 The sky turned black, and night
 came in like waves
 grating in the dark.