Autumn-fire,aching longing,another autumn,an old yearning...
So I wrote once in my diary,one autumn that came like winter,the blackened weather poured rain in ropes,spilling it over the earth and us.
Oh, leaf,the first leaf,where do I seek you,why did you make me shiver?
The wind brings these words of yours,to the carpet of the first autumn,your lip trembles as you say: “I love you!”and you return to me like a madman.
Autumn, oh autumn,shh, do not tell,I know, I know,the boy loves me.
Full of longing and fire just like before,you come to me in the gilded autumn,I play coy, but I will never let you go,in love for all my life.
