In the Hades opening days
Copper moon, hanging in the South;
And the blue-gray sky, is creased.
And the wind, also carefully, afraid to blow the moon down.
By the moonlight, peoples hurry up, to east or to west.
Leaves of high-trees, separate the moon and the human society.
Autumn is coming, my heart in a state of anxiety!
The silhouette of the osmanthus tree, is further and further away.
Sunlight surges over the window, 'till the table.
While the drifting cloud in heaven, dispersed as a threads of smokes.
The rain yesterday was not like this, water mist floating, at the middle of mountains.
Buddies lost in the mountains an early time, became those sad birds.
Chirping; A hedgehog with her scarf, disguised as kinsfolk, upon the way,
Never known that malaria rising from bushes, around.
