Fresh white clouds float gently across the blue sky,

Children sing and flowers smile on the grass;

My tired eyes, wherever I look,

Everyone wants to forget what I read in the book.

Indeed, all the difficulties read in the book,

It's all over, but this is the illusion of winter.

My refreshing and healing eyes are staring at it.

New things.

But this is written in my heart.

Everything about beauty is impermanent and rapid,

After repeated preservation in spring,

There is no wind to blow it away.

One of the last four songs: Elegy of September

Rain sang its song solemnly in the dark Woods,

Trembling yellow appeared on the wooded mountain.

Friend, autumn has come, and it has been watching by the forest;

Vilen also glared at white, only the birds flew in.

The green grapes on the shelf on the south slope are ripe.

The plump interior contains enthusiasm and hidden comfort.

Today, there are still thousands of trees full of sweat and rustling green leaves.

It will soon wither and freeze and die in fog and snow;

There are only warm grape chips and bright apples on the table.

It will also show the warmth and brilliance of a sunny summer day.

Our senses are aging, too. At the end of winter,

By the warm fire, drinking the wine of memories,

Let the happy shadows of the past enjoy themselves.

Through our hearts in a silent dance.

One of the last four songs: Have a good sleep.

We go hand in hand.

Experienced joys and sorrows.

We came to this quiet place.

Get ready to have a rest. Don't wander around.

The deep valley took us down the hillside.

Even the sky has become dim.

Only two larks are flying.

Flying out of sight, dreams come true.

Let them fly.

It's time for us to sleep peacefully.

Please don't let us suffer from getting lost again.

This endless loneliness!

Oh, what a vast and peaceful rest!

How deep this dusk is!

We're tired of wandering—

Is this death?

One of the last four songs: dusk

We hold hands,

* * * Degree of bitterness and joy.

When we stop wandering,

Come to the quiet countryside.

Although it's getting dark,

The mountains are still around.

There are only two larks,

Attachment and worry soar in the sky.

Come on! Let them fly to their heart's content!

It's almost time for bed.

Don't let us get lost.

Alone.

Ah! Broad and quiet peace,

It's so deep at dusk.

How tired we are of the journey of life,

Is this death? 1. Flyrin

In d & ampaumlmmrigen Grüften

Tr & ampauml I see.

Feng Dening B&; Auml men and women,

Start with you.

So is the nun.

At Gray & ampszligund Zier

Von Licht Hubergosen

Like a miracle.

You like me best,

Durex Michat,

This is my favorite song.

Go by yourself!

2. September

Garden trip,

Kurt sank into the flower of rebirth.

Summer time

Still exists.

Gold nourishes blatt um blatt.

nieder vom hohen Akazienbaum。

Sommer l & ampauml Cserto Urstreeter and Matt

In Stephendon Garden.

Lange Nosh was fired.

He died, so he died.

Langsam tut er

It's the end of the world.

3. Bem Schlafen Heng

I don't know,

Everything for me is over.

Management tonight

Like a kind person.

H & ampauml nde, Louisiana. Szligt von alemton,

Stirn, Verghi & ampszlig, everything you have,

Everything about me is unknown.

Wollen sich in Schlummer senken.

Invisible,

Will was in Frein Flueggen Schweben,

Well, at midnight.

Tief and tausendfach zu leben.

4. I'm Abendro

We are not together, and we are not together.

Gegengen holding hands;

Let's go.

A convent.

Ring, T & ampauml Le Negan, Sikh Mould.

This is a school,

zwei Lerchen nur noch steigen

Nachtr & ampauml, I see.

Tritt, she and La & ampszlig, hello,

Baldness is a shame,

Da & ampszlig We are not sure.

On this day.

Oh, Victor, Stiehler Fried!

So tie me up.

Where are we going?

Did it die in two days?