Autumn Woman
The feeling of pure poetic emotion
Autumn woman crushes the fallen leaves
On the road of memory
Here or there ...... the drifting wind carries away
The leaves and our wishes
The wind, too, carries away my heart: it's so heavy!
The woman in autumn picks chrysanthemums
In the sunless garden.
There blooms the white rose that I love
The white rose blooms in the red heart.
Oh, sun, will you make me open to the rose?
The autumn woman trembles like a bird
On a stormy night.
Here or there, the sky is so beautiful
With hope in our eyes.
Oh, sky, do you shine with stars and dreams?
Autumn women make gardens
Desolate in the autumn
That is the sacred time of our hearts
I tremble with the autumn wind ......
The wind that flutters, brings my heart: it's so heavy!
About the Creator
Bettye Lutz
Ascent must be inferior, self-esteem is too high can not achieve success, and therefore successful people must cultivate a calm mind, and focus on everything, which is the key to success. I like vocal music
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