这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
"We are all just walking each other home."
The poem is a way of seeing in the dark.
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.