风把云吹成薄纱
漫山红枫踮着脚落下
我捡一片藏进掌心啊
温度像你那年的脸颊
夕阳吻过旧篱笆
影子在枫树下慢慢拉
谁的笑声绕着枝桠
晕开秋天最暖的画
每片枫叶都在说话
说时光别太快蒸发
我站在红透的山脚下
等风也等一句回答
The wind turns clouds to silver lace
Red leaves fall soft they kiss my face
I hold one close its warmth so near
Like your cheek once so bright so clear
The sunset glows on fences old
Shadows stretch long the air turns gold
I hear your laughter in the trees
It paints the fall with gentle peace
Every maple softly says
“Don’t let time just slip away ”
At the foot of the crimson hill
I wait for the wind —and your voice still
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