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，她枯黄憔悴册古老的装书。

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

枯黄秋夜没有歌声，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.

惨亮灯光下，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老装书。

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

枯黄的秋夜没有歌，随着息旋舞坠落。

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，她枯黄憔悴如同册古老的装书。

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，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老的装书。

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

枯黄秋夜没有歌声，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.

灯光下，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老装书。

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

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，憔悴如同一册古老的装书。

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

枯黄秋夜没有歌声，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.

惨亮下，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老装书。

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，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老的装书。

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。

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.

亮的灯光下，她枯黄憔悴如同一册古老的装书。