Autumn
Autumn,
colored by leaves,
and darkened by clouds.
Rains,
falling no more in pours,
but in soft needles,
covering the ground
not with ponds,
but with mud.
The smell of baked potato,
the scent of Kentucky Bourbon,
the thought of unremembered past,
the memory of unthinkable themes.
The passing of wagons,
carrying uncaught laughing
and withered winds,
and unrecognized sentiment.
秋日
被樹葉更換了
顏色，
被烏雲黯淡了
光線。
雨水，
不再傾盆，
而轉為綿綿，
不再以雨泊
而以泥濘
覆地。
烤馬鈴薯的味道，
肯德基威士忌的香氣，
想到不復記取的過往，
憶及難以想像的話題。
馬車走過，帶著
攫捉不住的笑聲，
以及消逝的風，
以及無名的感傷。