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

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

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

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

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

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