他为什么特地来到我的门前，这年轻的游子，当天色黎明的时候？

每次我进出经过他的身旁，我的眼睛总被他的脸庞所吸引。

我不知道我是应该同他说话还是保持沉默。他为什么特地到我门前来呢？

七月的阴夜是黑沉的；秋日的天空是浅蓝的，南风把春天吹得骀荡不宁。

他每次用新调编着新歌。

我放下工作眼里一片迷茫。他为什么特地到我门前来呢？

Why did he choose to come to my door，the wandering youth，when the day dawned？

As I come in and out I pass by him every time，and my eyes are caught by his face.

I know not if I should speak to him or keep silent. Why did he choose to come to my door.

The cloudy nights in July are dark；the sky is soft blue in the autumn；the spring days are restless with the south wind.

He weaves his songs with fresh tunes every time.

I turn from my work and my eyes fill with the mist. Why did he choose to come my door？