Autumn leaves off and fall,
Like this tears emerged without a call
From my dire eyes and lonely soul,
It was become ashes of a burning coal.
Wind shows me a mercilessly past,
Where both of us are the casts,
Which you have done to make it last
And how do you turns it into a dust.
Air blows subtler rhythms of spring,
Vague strings shuddered and warbling
With her voice which prose something;
It was doubtful, but I was sleuthing.
Twilight plunged the ray of summer,
Churning down breathless to a cluster;
It flows fast and swells scatter,
Like a love that I have smite for her.