果园已结完果实，疲乏的暮色时分，岸边的小屋，沐着夕辉，传出你声声呼唤。

The garden has yielded its all, and in the weary hour of evening the call comes from your house on the shore in the sunset.

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昏黄的街灯，烟波的海面。浪滚动着，轻轻发出声声呼唤。呼唤中几分哀愁，几分苍凉。

Dim the lights, the sea. The waves rolling, gently calls. Call somewhat, somewhat bleak.

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我抛开一切烦恼和疑虑，去追逐那无家可归的海浪，因为异乡人沿着道路走来，对我发出声声呼唤。

I leave all my CARES and doubts to follow the homeless tide, for the Stranger calls me, he is going along the road.

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