Autumnal equinox of wild geese flying south
The wind blew away the cold
My heart is tearing and aching
man of time
Button the door to the past
Forget the past and cover up the scars
Those heartless naiveties
After the ashes fly away, they will become ashes again
Not worth a penny
Who is still there now?
The big tree by the river is waiting impatiently
Fallen leaves return to their roots