Under the harvest moon,

在秋月下

When the soft silver

当花园夜深

Drips shimmering

流淌的银汁

Over the garden nights,

滴滴闪光，

Death, the gray mocker,

死，这白发小丑，

Comes and whispers to you

来向你耳语

As a beautiful friend

好像一个漂亮的朋友

Who remembers.

老记住你。

     Under the summer roses

在夏日的玫瑰下

When the flagrant crimson

当野花叶红

Lurks in the dusk

那张扬的绯色

Of the wild red leaves,

在暮色中潜行，

Love, with little hands,

爱，用纤小的手

Comes and touches you

来抚摸你，

With a thousand memories,

带来成千记忆，

And asks you

问你好多

Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

美丽的，无法回答的问题。