Red gold autumn moon,
so far far away in summer
- now's your occasion.
Give more then you get,
like the blossoms of summer
- dancing ruddy leaves.
Symphony of red,
in the breeze of dancing leaves
the patch is your stage.
Memories beauty,
in blossoms of gone summer
- I've in heart always.
Summer leaves now gone,
all for a moment's beauty
- shall be remembered.
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