Autumn is drawing the curtain,
Dark green is mixed up with dusk.
After leaving the twig,
Im incited once again by a petal of ironical smile,
How disdainful!
Winter, also laughing scornfully,
Is approaching the wandering body.
Unable to find my own root,
Close to my hometown, but is called an alien.
秋漸深,
墨綠夾雜著黃昏。
脫離枝干之后,
再次被一瓣冷笑挑唆,
多么不屑!
冬也輕蔑地笑,
逼近漂泊的身子。
無法尋覓到自己的根,
走近故鄉(xiāng)又被喚成異鄉(xiāng)人。