Falling Leaving 落叶

孔绍安

In early autumn I’m sad to see falling leaves;

They’re dreary like a roamer’s heart that their fall grieves.

They twist and twirl as if struggling against the breeze;

I seem to hear them cry， “We will not leave our trees.”

早秋驚落叶，

飘零似客心。

翻飞未肯下，

犹言惜故林。