当我们越过山岭回家，

When we came home across the hill

不见树叶从树上飘下；

    No leaves were fallen from the trees;

煦风温柔的手指，

    The gentle fingers of the breeze

还没撕碎那颤抖的蜘蛛网。

Had torn no quivering cobweb down.

灌木丛中花朵依然姹紫嫣红，

The hedgerow bloomed with flowers still,

不见飘零的花瓣躺在丛中；

    No withered petals lay beneath;

但你花环上的野玫瑰啊，

    But the wild roses in your wreath

叶子棕黄，早已凋谢枯萎。

Were faded, and the leaves were brown.