A touch of cold in the Autumn night—

秋夜里一点寒意。

I walked abroad,

我到外面散步，

And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge

看见赤色的月倚在篱边，

Like a red-faced farmer.

如一红脸的村夫。

I did not stop to speak, but nodded,

我没停止说话，只点点头，

And round about were the wistful stars

四围有憧憬的星，

With white faces like town children.

脸白，如城里小儿。