I spent a night at the window,
Smelling the autumn wind –
Will I therefore become an autumn leaf,
Carried away by the breeze?

In the autumn wind,
I scent the setting sun.
That is a plump golden disc,
Warming the golden farmland.

And the autumn wind carries my familiar scents –
The scents of my initial arrivals!
And the scents of many people and their stories!

Dear golden time,
I will sketch this scene for you:
There will be friends, nature, and the dreams in my heart,
There will the smells of freedom
that intoxicated me.

2 October 2023 in London

在窗前闻了一夜的秋风
会成为秋叶，
随风而去吗？

我在秋风里闻到了落日
圆鼓鼓的金盘，
温暖金灿灿的旷野

秋风里有我熟悉的味道
初来时自己的味道！
还有好多人和故事的味道！

金黄的时光，
我要为你画下此素描：
有朋友，有平原，有我心之所向
有自由的味道——
你是我沉醉的自由！

2023年10月2日于伦敦