In the afternoon of the autumn I sat gazing through the window panel At the yellow faded leaf, The almost dead withered, Hanging on fragile brown branch, Lightly floating, sliding on the lap of air Enjoying the gelid weather. It was the last one left The two others fell off a day before Leaving the last one Enjoying its solitary. Its veins were visible Notifying, its fell off is at hand. Me who blames my loneliness was stimulated By this little consequence.
The lost reminiscences Of once my special someone Left me probing In those unperformed faults, Analysing what diverged our path. But in this process I forgot my present Lost in the past, Unintentionally harmed my future Yes, memories were woven To hold on forever But the strings entangled to each other And can't be refurbished. I threw those knots To not entangle my present in them.