O, young deer why don't come and pasturing

Winter comes and my life will be bared
As a heavy trunk suddenly put down
Once my trunk call comes as a sudden voice
To hear her voice likely I am a child
Once the train of life never comes back
And my woods got yellowish and dried
Once I was your love at a dark night
Once to read I was your lantern
Here my chest is full with hoary hairs
And all of the remembrances I hang over
To stay

O, young deer why don't come and pasturing