九月 [Jiǔ yuè] [English translation]

On a melancholy afternoon of the ninth month

I wish to leave this restless city

I'll go by the seashore to watch the sunset

And let the autumn breeze refresh me

I think of yesterday's night wind

Sitting around me were all of my friends

The years had made us grave and quiet

No one dared talk about the future

There are some hopes and dreams

That create a beautiful melody in the heart

But now it seems that the reality of life

Tries to ruin it with a rhythm of chaos

This war we wage within ourselves

At least we have decided never to give up

Though the refuge of idealism no longer exists

I will still continue my journey

There are some hopes and dreams

That create a beautiful melody in the heart

But now it seems that the reality of life

Tries to ruin it with a rhythm of chaos

There are some hopes and dreams

That create a beautiful melody in the heart

And now it starts playing once again

Again floating happily in my heart