After the rainy season long,
It breaks into an autumn song
The faint falling of the leaves,
The sight of the dried, bare trees
The cool winds blowing east and west,
Time by time taking a rest.
The falling leaves ever time,
Lie in a pile along with a rhyme;
‘'We'll grow again, come back to life,
After the autumn and winter strife.
Till then, we'll lie on the snow- covered bed, ''
Chant the leaves, Brown, Yellow and Red.
Then, finally, winter comes,
The songs stop, and so do the hums;
And then winter lies down her snowy spread,
And everyone goes to bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem