Ada Leon 10

The ancient poetry translation
Autumn wind blows chilly and the fall moon shines brightly.
Fallen leaves gather together and soon get dispersed.
The sleeping crows wake up with a start.
When will i see you again?
Tonight my heart is confused with pain of separation.
Understand my missing tough after entering my missing door.
Keep missing and keep recalling.
Momentary miss cannot ease.
Given the endless suffering, it would be better that I have not maken your acquaintance.