枯黄

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, fluter and fall there with a sigh.

枯黄的秋夜没有歌声，随着一声叹息旋舞坠落。

The minute the door opened, I felt too stunned to open my mouth, staring at her scorched and toilworn face under the glaring lamp, as if an ancient thread-bound book.

惨亮的灯光下，她枯黄同一册古老的装书。