A girl sings her song of September
with a French phoenix tree together
I'm just watching the falling leaves
Autumn wind blows away the butterflies
They are the old faces of the tree
The girl's hands hold the lone tree
I pick up the fallen leaves
She smiles at me in distance
I begin to sow the fallen leaves
Softly on her new footsteps
Hi Cigeng, There are old faces of the tree The girl's hands hold the lone tree What an extra ordinary picture is drawn by so few words. And then you develop it to bloom: , I pick up the fallen leaves She smiles at me in distance and conclude, breaking my heart, by I begin to sow the fallen leaves Softly on her new footsteps. I am at a loss of words to express my feelings now. Just overwhelmed.
A beautiful poem, subtle and exquisite; there is sadness and a wistfulness brought out in the poem. I feel that She smiles at me in distance may sound better as She smiles at me from afar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
leaves fall in Autumn, yet leaves lying fallen on Autumn ground, cry breeze left me fly, wind let me taste the sky, passing hand come rearrange play with me, colourful tints in fallen leaves sing come play with me :)