Autumn night

Derby City afternoon rain dampens the light dust.
Walking alone on the green park,
I am pondering on my life and humming a song,
Too softly for anyone to hear,
Except for the chirping birds.

The autumn hills hoard scarlet from the setting sun.
Flying birds chase their mates,
Now and then patches of blue sky break clear --
Tonight the evening mists find nowhere to gather.

Day after day we can't help growing older.
Year after year the autumn leaves can't help seeming yellower.

How long can one man's lifetime last?
In the end we return to formlessness.

How lonely are the travellers.
Even the sun shines cold and white.

[Make up from Wangwei's Poems]

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