At that time of year, you may see it in me.
William Shakespeare
At that time of year, you may see it in me.
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, hang.
On those branches trembling with cold,
Bare ruins choir, where sweet birds sing.
In me, you see the dawn of this day.
Just like after the sun goes down, the sun goes down;
Gradually, the night took it away,
The second self of death closes everything in rest.
In me, you see the brilliance of this flame,
Lying on the ashes of his youth,
As a bed of death, it must end,
Swallowed by what nourishes it.
You are aware of this, which makes your love stronger.
Love the well that you will leave soon.
You can see autumn in me.
British william shakespeare
You can see autumn in me,
When all the yellow leaves fall off, or just in twos and threes.
Hanging from the withered branches, the cable fluttered—
Hundreds of birds once sang in the abandoned music scene.
You may have seen the light in me,
After sunset, it disappeared to the west;
Night, the incarnation of death, gradually drives it away,
Yan Jing's rest caged all kinds of disputes.
You may see embers on me,
It is dying in the cold ashes of youth,
Sooner or later, you will lose your soul in a bleak mental bed.
Destroyed by the flame that nourished it.
Seeing this, your love will be strengthened.
Because he will leave you soon, but never to return.