秋夜里一点寒意。

A touch of cold in the Autumn night—

我到外面散步，

I walked abroad,

看见赤色的月倚在篱边，

And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge

如一红脸的村夫。

Like a red-faced farmer.

我没停止说话，只点点头，

I did not stop to speak, but nodded,

四围有憧憬的星，

And round about were the wistful stars

脸白，如城里小儿。

With white faces like town children.