Roused Autumn
One:
The wind-dried autumn dipped in poetic ink, Accompanying notes under the drink. Once your songs sung indeed, Will then the seasons still flee? As you see, Spring would be for the suave romance to sleek.
Two:
Time, Always partial and in favoritism, Nourish the abundance of fruit at will. Thus let the leaves depressed and withered. The petal of poetic heart had fallen and littered, Long before the season began and twittered.
Three:
In addition to white, what else can be filled?
Snow is the only color remembered, in the advent of winter.
Four:
Softly holding is the Autumn, its drawing hand,
Freely touch the maple red in lonesome land.
Nevertheless, unable to depict the disquiet secluded,
Within my eyes and tip of my brow included.
Five:
Old wounds had ached into a red candle as host,
After lit, the most,
At most I thought,
Tearing up to an autumn would be the cost.
《也是秋惹的》
之一：
風幹的秋蘸著詩墨，
就著音符下酒。
你的歌，唱起之後，
四季還會遠走？
你知道的，
春最適合風流。
之二：
光陰，總是厚此薄彼，
滋養著果的豐盈，
卻任由葉 凋敝。
曾經的瓣瓣詩心，
季節之前，早已落了一地。
之三：
除了白，還能留些什麽呢？
冬來的時候，
雪是唯一被記得的顏色。
之四：
軟軟握住的是秋，
它執畫筆的手。
揮灑著楓紅，落寞。
卻描不出那黯淡隱抑
於我眉梢眼角的愁。
之五：
已疼成一支紅燭的舊傷口
點燃後，最多，
最多，我想也隻就
垂淚一秋。
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