古老的城墙，被染上暮色的温柔，而你还等在旧时渡口。油纸伞下，盛着青灰的忧愁，行人经过，得一个回眸。

The ancient city wall, stained with the gentle twilight, and you are still waiting in the old ferry. Under the oil paper umbrella, filled with gray sorrow, pedestrians pass by, get a look back.