秋来花草衰事多
雾近晨风自婀娜
郁郁往事不可追
只待轮回再蹉跎
For flowers and all other plants, autumn is hard,
The wind cleared up morning mist like art,
Dreaming of freshness from inner heart,
All that can become true at new-spring-start.
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