它们像一群苍蝇
They're like a swarm of flies,
扇动着火红的翅膀
Fluttering their fiery wings.
在九月热烈
Under the ardent
而惨白阳光里
But pale sunshine of September,
不知不觉的闯进我宁静的花园
They intrude my calm garden on the sly,
在每个我可感知到的
Buzzing at
角落里
Each corner
嗡嗡作响
That I can sense.
有时我真的有一点想
Sometimes I really want to
拍 死 它 们
KILL THEM.