The bird can´t find his partner; he rests on the docked boat.
The bird's beautiful melody is moving.
Tamsui at dusk is poetry; the night fog covering everywhere.
When the church bells ring, her heart is empty; the sound is going out to the sea.
There are few scattered lights on the nearby hill; they twinkle like a distant star in the sky.
This unforgettable scene makes me sad.
Fragmento de Tamsui at Dusk
Ye Junlin
