Lake of Autumn

I remember quite clearly now when the story happened.
The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine.
That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were.
But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me; not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely conscious, you said, “Our story is ending.”
The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love since a long time ago. I still don’t think I’m goanna make it through another love story. You took it all away from me.
And there I stand; I know I was going to be the one left behind.
But still I am watching the lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my life is ending.

秋之湖

还清晰地记得，记得我们的故事开始的那一刻。
在那个金色的秋天，飞舞的落叶，片片飘零，旋转飘落，浮向静静的湖面。阳光下，湖水泛着点点金光。在这里，我们曾像个天真的孩子，快乐地嬉戏着。
那是一段幸福、快乐的日子，至少，我这样认为。
其实，我是知道的，你一直想要离开我。只是不忍心告诉我。在那个夜晚，那个值得一生回忆的夜晚，看着静静的湖面，恍忽间，好像是，你对我说：“我们的故事结束吧。”
秋雨，带走了夏天的最后一丝余热，而你，也将我全部的爱都带走了。没有了，永远也不会再有了，那刻骨铭心的爱恋。因为，你已将它从我身边，全部地，毫无保留地带走了。
我静静地站着，象个找不到归家的路的孩子。
看着静静的湖面，我的视线又一次模糊了。恍忽间，我发现，我的生命已经结束了。