This looks like a December day. 这看起来像一个12月的一天。

This looks like a "time to remember" day. 这看起来像一个“时间记忆”的日子。

And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing. 我还记得春天，这样的甜蜜温柔的事情。

And love's summer college, 和爱的夏季学院，

Where the green leaves of knowledge, 其中在绿叶的知识，

Were waiting to fall with the Fall. 在等待下跌的秋天。

   

And where September wine, 何九的酒，

Numbed the measure of time. 麻木了时间的措施。

Through the tears of October, now November's over, 至十月的眼泪，现在11月的结束，

And this looks like a December day. 这看起来像一个12月的一天。

   

This looks like a December day. 这看起来像一个12月的一天。

It looks like we've come to the end of the way. 它看起来像我们来的方式结束。

And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning, 正如我的回忆奔回了爱的渴望开始，

Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending: 不愿与结局的想法玩：

The ending that won't go away. 不会消失的结局。

   

And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning, 正如我的回忆奔回了爱的渴望开始，

Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending: 不愿与结局的想法玩：

The ending that won't go away. 不会消失的结局。

   

And this looks like a December day. 这看起来像一个12月的一天。