Let golden leaves rest while the breeze of fall comes still
before hot summer is started to heel
for human beings behold, the love is touching still,
for innocence girl, but wandering on golden leaves
Let the tears still weep their cheeks,
Silent, unheard by our big eyes.
Like golden leaf-rain they fall from the horizontal sunset,
lamenting, they mourn for the aftermath of wars.
As summer comes to ends and winter snow approachs,
ominous shadows over our world go by.
Darkness! Darkness creeps into our love lives!
Fate and Luck decide who alive.
Eventually all things must come to dead leaves,
Happiness, sadness, enemies, friends.
Like wrinkled, dead leaves falling from trees,
silently floating away in the breeze of fall
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