At this time, our port is silent Proboscis pointing overhead cranes days Is like a giant horse like horse feed The falling of stars if the sky For real Lift up your heart light worry that sailed the sea level wind Is making a small tidal port of thousands see our fenders All the boats you will not see their names And you are familiar with all the lights that Each lamp is like a past, a love At this time, our Hong Kong really has been quiet. When the wind and light When the light wave of worry and the past, when as little You will love walked past, like I do quietly Through, which is a beautiful bend of the fourth Pier