一首旧的 有剽窃黛玉葬花的嫌疑 Fallen Leaves

Fallen Leaves

My memory leaves me,
when leaves fall from an old tree.
I count the fallen leaves by weight,
and sort them by trait.
Heart, spear, and tear.
Red, blue, and color of sear.
Surrounding the tree I bury
the fallen leaves that are merry.
Then I sleep under the bare tree,
till spring wakes in me.

 

revised based on xiaoxie's suggestion