昏黄的街灯，烟波的海面。浪滚动着，轻轻发出声声呼唤。呼唤中几分哀愁，几分苍凉。

Dim the lights, the sea. The waves rolling, gently calls. Call somewhat, somewhat bleak.

每日清晨，他呼唤小人鱼，午时，他再次呼唤她，而夜晚时分，他唤着她的名字。

And every morning he called to the Mermaid, and every noon he called to her again and at night-time he spake her name.

人群不断地呼唤着自己英雄的名字。

The crowd chanted their hero's name.

呼唤是清晰的，召唤是明白的。

The call was clear, the summons was plain.

妈妈的呼唤声将我带回了现实。

My mother's call returned me to the real world.