旧故里,秋雨纷纷,草木深。多年后的今天,我重又凝神驻足在你投下的深浓阴影里。故楼,我的故楼。远远地望着你,你还像从前那般矗立在烟雨迷蒙的村落。只是身边的荒草杂乱丛生了,积满尘土的窗棂断了。人去楼空,你也老了,寂寞了。轻轻倚靠在你冰凉沧桑的灰砖墙边,指尖轻触在你于荒凉多年的阴霾中日 Old hometown, autumn have, deep vegetation. Years later, today, I again rested in the deep shadow you cast. Therefore, the floor, my ground floor. Looking far you, you still stand in the misty rainy village like before. Only the weeds around the cluster messy, dusty windowsill broken. People go empty, you are old, lonely. Gently leaning against the edge of your gray brick wall, the tip of your touch in the desolate years of haze in Japan