seasons change
If the seasons are to be compared to beautiful women
as for the final days in autumn that are marvelously colorful
are to be compared to gorgeous pretty girls
As though the song of a neat cello music
is to be compared to the sweetest voice of the nature spirit
like the overwhelmed sensation from the wonderful music melody
when all the cello strings being played by the skillful cellist
Listen carefully with an open mind
to the whispering sound of autumn
As if the sound actually comes from nowhere
but from every sources of charming beauty season
When the rhythm of the song is rushing
like the blasting wind in the beginning of the winter
It’s time that the colorful leafs are waving
and enjoying the wind
With sensation, with emotion
excited by the hot magical wind of love
When the colorful leafs finally carried away with the wind
as an innocent heart that catch the breath of the first love
Colorful leafs flutter in the pleasant air only for a while
and finally fall down to the ground
Thousands and thousands of leafs
although fall down to the ground eventually
but still they put their last color to the earth
and become the picturesque instant that is hard to forget
Just like the memory of the first love
that never dismiss from the solitary mind
And when the song fades away
it is time for the last leaf to reach the ground peacefully
awaiting for the cold winter to come
and put above it the white snowflakes
to cover the gone by seasons that passed forever
Like the phases of life that will not return
and in the end…
only the hope that survive
awaiting for the next autumn to come
Over and over again
as for the final days in autumn that are marvelously colorful
are to be compared to gorgeous pretty girls
As though the song of a neat cello music
is to be compared to the sweetest voice of the nature spirit
like the overwhelmed sensation from the wonderful music melody
when all the cello strings being played by the skillful cellist
Listen carefully with an open mind
to the whispering sound of autumn
As if the sound actually comes from nowhere
but from every sources of charming beauty season
When the rhythm of the song is rushing
like the blasting wind in the beginning of the winter
It’s time that the colorful leafs are waving
and enjoying the wind
With sensation, with emotion
excited by the hot magical wind of love
When the colorful leafs finally carried away with the wind
as an innocent heart that catch the breath of the first love
Colorful leafs flutter in the pleasant air only for a while
and finally fall down to the ground
Thousands and thousands of leafs
although fall down to the ground eventually
but still they put their last color to the earth
and become the picturesque instant that is hard to forget
Just like the memory of the first love
that never dismiss from the solitary mind
And when the song fades away
it is time for the last leaf to reach the ground peacefully
awaiting for the cold winter to come
and put above it the white snowflakes
to cover the gone by seasons that passed forever
Like the phases of life that will not return
and in the end…
only the hope that survive
awaiting for the next autumn to come
Over and over again
