The Rooftop in Autumn

Autumn is like a golden crown, magnificent beyond compare.

Its radiance falls upon autumn rooftops.

Its lovely fragrance drifts across the hills.

Flowers cover the body of poetry.

Mother Earth reaps the fruit of conception.

The brewer of blood and wine

builds the soul here,

while the girl's sorrow cannot be concealed by her tears.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.