在秋月下

Under the harvest moon,

当花园夜深

When the soft silver

流淌的银汁

Drips shimmering

滴滴闪光，

Over the garden nights,

死，这白发小丑，

Death, the gray mocker,

来向你耳语

Comes and whispers to you

好像一个漂亮的朋友

As a beautiful friend

老记住你。

Who remembers.

在夏日的玫瑰下

     Under the summer roses

当野花叶红

When the flagrant crimson

那张扬的绯色

Lurks in the dusk

在暮色中潜行，

Of the wild red leaves,

爱，用纤小的手

Love, with little hands,

来抚摸你，

Comes and touches you

带来成千记忆，

With a thousand memories,

问你好多

And asks you

美丽的，无法回答的问题。

Beautiful, unanswerable questions.