Ah, this autumn!...Last year it took the words I meant to say to youand my city’s boulevard became a pillarmy feet know just how tall this pillar is!At its top I tied the threads of hope but you did not return.This spring the pillar blossomed with flowers,the words I meant to say to youthis spring a girl came into my love as well.Yesterday she picked flowers at the pillargifted them to meand she has hung the threads of hope upon her breastwith an autumn medallion.Now I rememberthat you would fret whenever over the roof of our autumn castlethe new fog settled.I cannot write ballads about autumna yellow bird writes…