當我說著秋天，秋天碎了

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Now watch this autumn that arrives in smells.

All looks like summer still;Colours are quite unchanged,The air on green and white serenely thrives①thrive 英 [θra?v] 美 [θra?v]vi.興盛，興隆； 長得健壯； 茁壯成長.

Heavy the trees with growth and full the

fi elds.

But every season is a kind of rich nostalgia.

We give names—Autumn and summer, winter, spring.We want the certain, solid thing.

But I am carried back against My will to a childhood where Autumn is bonfi res, marbles, smoke;I lean against my window fenced From evocations in the air.

When I said autumn, autumn broke.

看這個秋天在氣味中到來。

一切還像是夏天；顏色完全沒改變，空氣在綠色和白色上清澈地生長。

樹蔭變得沉甸，田野豐滿。

但每個季節都是一種濃郁的懷舊。

我們給它們命名——秋天和夏天，冬天，春天。

我們想要確定、牢固的東西。

但我被帶回童年，這并非我愿，在那里秋天是篝火，彈子球，煙霧；我靠在我的窗邊，被空氣中的回憶圍困。

當我說著秋天，秋天碎了。