Mockingbird

These days I will always remember—
their sweet sympathy,
lived in the mild September.

Don't I want to keep the timbre
the same with care and empathy
through days I will always remember

for their warm, soft elixir—
thinking of my sweet Halle,
gone in the mild September?

Dismembering memories, firm fixtures
fading in the mind: a radiant balcony,
your flowing tresses, I will always remember:

a burst of rapture
in our hearts, a celestial symphony
in the mild September.

Deep in love forever!
Don’t know what will happen, wait and see!
These days I will always remember,
lived in the mild September.