Goodbye is not the end of all
Things will end but memories last...

Leaves of red and golden brown
Whistling, twirling, falling down...

Coldness takes away the bliss
Beneath the once-blue vivid sky...

All flowers that are blossoming
Meet to perfume the blessed spring...

Gracefully moving, the ballerina twirls
Her dress of soft fabric flowing with the tune...

Wipe the tears of loneliness away
As the evening breeze blows within your way...