那即將襲來的

The immense sadness

嚴冬的巨大悲傷

of approaching winter

懸掛在空氣裏

hangs in the air

這陰沉的九月。

this cloudy September.

今天一條泥濘的路

Today a muddy road

粘滿落葉，明日

filled with leaves, tomorrow

凍硬的土地

the stiffening earth and

和一隻足印

a footprint

將發出冰的釉光。

glazed with ice.

透過來的太陽

The sun breaking through

依舊暖和，而路

still warm, but the road

陷在影子裏；

deep in shadow;

你的手在我的手中發冷。

your hand in mine is cold.

我們的漿果已摘下，

Our berries picked,

蘑菇也採好，

the mushrooms gathered,

我們各自在心裏

each of us hides

藏起一小塊

in his heart a small piece

夏天，

of this summer,

就像老鼠把根莖

as mice store their roots

儲存在

in a place

惟有牠們知道的地方。

known only to them.

我們相信還未降臨的生命，

We believe in the life to come,

當一棵光禿的樹

when the stark tree

默默站立在

stands in silence above

變黑的樹葉上；

the blackened leaf;

但此時在那條路的轉彎處

but now at a bend in the road

停下腳步聆聽：

to stop and listen:

一隻南飛的鳥

strange song

牠奇異的歌聲

of a southbound bird

漲滿

overflows

靜寂的黃昏

in the quiet dusk

正從那棵樹梢

from the top

流淌。

of that tree.