2016-10-25 焉得雙飛翼

It is the cold dew season, the red dragonflies are roaming the pond.
They circle passed the whispering rustling lotus leaves
danced the old ritual.  Their season will, too, soon end.
Leaving behind a Summer night's dream never to be sung.
寒露至  紅蜻蜓在塘中漫飛
掠過輕聲蕭颯作響的枯荷葉
以古老的舞步 它們的季節亦將過去
留下不能吟唱的夏夜之夢