The Sound of Autumn
The youth get old quickly while learning goes slowly,
Of even a single minute or second we can’t make light.
When in dreamlike spring we still indulge contentedly,
Susurrus leaves of phoenix trees touch the steps in sight.
(tran.)
Copyright © Charlie Way | Year Posted 2018
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