My autumn is the cool breeze/ The leaves falling gently on the street/ The lake's surface with endless waves/ The poem waiting for you by the window.
My autumn is the cool breeze
Is a leaf falling gently on the street
Is the lake surface with endless waves
Is the poem by the window waiting for you.
My autumn is the blue sky
It's your footsteps on the small path
By the lake in the windy afternoon
Is the soft grass still holding the night dew.
My autumn is the white daisy on the porch
Is the gentle sunlight in the early morning
Is the passionate milk flower just budding
The distant city smells of fresh green rice.
Your autumn is sparkling eyes
Is a gentle smile suddenly melted in the sun
Is the white dress fluttering gracefully
Is a peaceful silence in my heart.