A row of gloomy willow trees stand together in mourning,
Their hair falls sadly to the ground like a thousand streams of tears.
Can't you see that Autumn is coming-that Autumn is coming,
With a coat of faded apricot woven from golden leaves.
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-Xuan Dieu
Đây mùa thu tới
Rặng liễu đìu hiu đứng chịu tang,
Tóc buồn buông xuống lệ ngàn hàng.
Đây mùa thu tới - mùa thu tới,
Với áo mơ phai dệt lá vàng.
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