Listless and leafless stands the tree outside;
It is an autumn.
Listless and graceless sleeps my wife;
It is her autumn.
I see the apples yielded by the tree;
They are red and fresh.
I see the daughters delivered by her;
They are lash and fresh.
The tree doesn’t look listless and leafless.
My wife doesn’t look listless and graceless.
Remember one’s green, seeing one’s yellow.