华灯初上，自己依旧在徘徊。

On the light beginning, oneself still Be go back and forth.

夜晚的香榭丽舍纸醉金迷，华灯初上的夜巴黎只是一个梦。

Paris is burning all night long. My heart is dreaming, but Paris is screaming.

塞纳河上华灯初上，灯火通明的轮船穿梭于卡鲁索桥的桥洞。透过一楼的窗户，美景尽收眼底。

One by one the little white lights along the Seine were coming on, and from the first-floor windows you could see the brightly lit bateaux-mouches passing through the arches of the Pont du Carrousel.