the autumn leaves have not yet fallen -
no, the leaves are yet of the waning August:
colourless, spent of all summer's passion.
and so, too, have my skin grown grey.
my enthusiam emptied,
my love betrayed.
snow.
i yearn for snow,
whose innocent whiteness may, for a second,
cloak my dark complexion.
yet it's not yet autumn
--- i sigh upon the last sigh of summer,
the leaves think they are still gay.
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-- 亂山殘雪夜，孤獨異鄉人 --
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