I love the night. I love the night
I love the autumn night with the bright moon hanging high
Some unknown trees
Yellow leaves have fallen
Only those two or three
So pitiful to tremble on the branch
They feel autumn coming
To leave the world
Clinging to the dead branches
Mourning to the moon alone
Gusts of merciless westerly wind
Several more fell to the ground
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