When the twilight showed mercy to me,
I suddenly have a strong wish to see
The beautiful dawning rosy clouds in the vast sky.
The weather forecast could tell accurately,
Whether it will be a fine or a rainy day.
But the chance of seeing magnificent rosy clouds,
It only could rely on good fortune.

When the rays of dawn light emerged faintly,
I finally arrived on a hilltop before the sunrise.
The dense fog and the light mist are drifting,
Around the hills and above the fields.
Heap of thick clouds piled up on the horizon,
Everything is remaining in silence.

While waiting for good luck to grace me,
I suddenly recalled that you had been standing
On a summit of mountain together with me.
We put the afterglow of sunset on to going up,
And towards the morning sunlight headed down.
The cypress-green youth has bleakly withered away,
I don’t know where you are right today.

While the face of sun gradually become visible,
Morning sunlight opened the rosy clouds curtain,
The goddess of Fortune is fluttering elegantly.
Get to see is my lucky; miss in view is my destiny,
Sky is so beautiful,
Morning sunlight is always warm and pretty.