At nightfall, the Castle of Fantasy starts to gleam. Slowly, it flickers with the twinkling of a canopy of stars, appearing all the more profoundly mysterious. A beam of ivory-white light steels up fleetingly from the top of the castle. Like smoke, it spreads and merges into itself. Entranced, I see fish playing in the water, birds flitting past cloud tips, beasts of all descriptions racing down the prairie, and insects chirping in the field. The light turns heavy, like children growing up quickly.

夜幕降下来，"幻想城"微微地开始泛光了。缓缓地，忽明忽暗，和着漫天星斗，越发地深邃、神秘了。一缕象牙白如烟的光悄悄从城顶升了上来，扩散着，交织着。仿佛看到鱼儿在浪中嘻戏；鸟儿在云端飞翔；百兽在原野奔跑；小虫在田间鸣叫。光慢慢膨胀着，像正在长大的孩童。

Suddenly the stillness of the lake water mirrors a cloud dropping out of the picture, like a deep cut into the background of noise and disarray. Flowers are blossoming quietly, smiling charmingly on the light and shade.

忽然，卷云盛着一面平静的湖水从画面中挤了出来，喧闹嘈杂被撕开了一道深深的口子。各式各样的花这时候静静地绽放开来，在光影的衬托下越显得妩媚了。