The quiet courtyard
The small courtyard is empty
The smoke from the kitchen is passing away
It is the middle of winter
One person, one chair, one person Scrolls
In the courtyard
And the dead trees in the setting sun
The courtyard is very white and clear
The eaves are green and the walls are red< /p>
The wind and cold wind keep blowing
The dead branches are falling, the setting sun is like blood
How helpless and sad
The dead trees are deeply decayed
The setting sun has dimmed
Sorrow has dimmed...