The cold wind swayed my window,
Say to me,
It's cold,
Take care of yourself.
Falling leaves drift into the pages of my book,
Cherish,
Green leaves and red flowers.
Raindrops wet the ends of my hair,
It's not rain that drenches people,
There are no umbrella shooters who appear.
The cold wind blows back,
Fallen leaves hang from trees,
Raindrops hide in the sky,
October back,
Under the warm April sun,
We speak of vows of a lifetime.
