末日的死亡风暴席卷过后的落日把敦刻尔克的沙滩照得狭长，

污泥浸透的军装上暗黑的血迹斑斑，

散落一地的灵魂和肉体碎片，

硝烟捎着幽怨的亡灵，

在残存的年轻士兵的挽歌里烟消云散；

在摇摇欲坠的摩天轮上，

在无尽轮回的旋转木马里，

在搁浅的沉船中，

你还可以看到一个个弹孔，

锈迹斑斑，

犹如心脏上永恒的伤痕。

 

The setting sun stretched Dunkirk’s beach in a long, narrow shadow after the deadly storm of doomsday swept through, 

Dark bloodstains adorned the muddy military attire,

while souls and body fragments lay scattered on the ground.

The acrid smoke of gunpowder carried away mournful spirits,

which dissipated amidst the requiems of the remaining young soldiers.

On the rickety Ferris wheel,

the rotating carousel of endless reincarnation,

and the stranded sunken ships,

one can still see bullet holes and rust stains,

carving the eternal crimson scars on the hearts of the lost.

(imaged generated by MidJourney using the poem as the prompt)

天空中飘动的橘红与风纠缠在一起，

吹着思绪闪烁跳跃。

脑海里旋律的最后一个音符上悬挂着回忆里的少年时代。

他融化在幻想的晚霞里，

在这个极北的国度里，无尽家族的完美世界里。

夏天的末，怅然若失，若有所得。

宇宙的终结，时间线的终点，他静静地坐在那里，

思索虚无。

 

黑暗之后的第一缕曙光，

周而复始的旋转，

平静的叹息。

 

In the sky, the orange-red flutters, entwined with the wind,

Stirring thoughts that flicker and jump.

In the mind, on the last note of the melody, hangs the adolescence from the memories,

He melts into the fantastical evening glow,

In this far northern land, in the perfect world of the endless clan.

At summer’s end, with a sense of loss and yet gaining something,

At the universe’s end, at the timeline’s endpoint, he quietly sits there,

Contemplating nothingness.

 

After the darkness, the first ray of dawn,

The cyclical rotation,

A tranquil sigh.

(Generated with MidJourney using the poem as the prompt)