夏天的豆荚堆在门边；

Pods of summer crowd around the door;

我把它们捧在我手的秋天中。

I take them in the autumn of my hands.

昨夜我听到外面的第一阵冷风；

Last night I heard the first cold wind outside;

风很轻，但是我颤抖了两次：

the wind blew soft, and yet I shiver twice:

一次为了墙薄，一次为了时间之声。

Once for thin walls, once for the sound of time.