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.