Autumn Lament
- Trump Card
- Translated by Frank C Yue
Columns of smoke frosty
Lock up remnants of the evening clouds;
Thick, cold mists besiege the crows in the trees.
It's sad to look at the maples red
And the frosted, fallen leaves dead.
At the sky's edge, the lone wanderer roams,
Lamenting that, alas, he has no home.
秋怨 侵咭
寒煙裊裊锁殘霞
冷霧濃濃困樹鴉
愁看丹楓霜葉落
天涯遊子怨無家
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