Autumn
The great Earth’s blood
Condenses into honey of fruits
And her last brightest hue
Boils down to the veins of season
Why the sweetest dew
Instead 0f rage of volcano or flood
When you are so flayed by the brutes
秋
大地啊，你将你的血液
浓缩为甜美的果实
以你所有最美的颜色
渲染一年最后的季节
为什么你要奉献蜜露
而不是暴戾的火山或洪灾
当你被侵害到伤痕累累体无完肤
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Author:
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