The Answer Is in the Autumn Mist

What could be sadder than frozen leaves?

Come with me, do you hear the quiet ringing?

See how the frost melts in the palms of my hands,

How the gold glistens with fire in the pupils

of the tired squirrels and stray dogs…

The wind is wildly laughing,

Throwing bits of clouds at people,

But we’re not offended, are we?

Look, there’s a mirror: a peaceful, sleepy pond,

day-dreaming under the blanket of thin ice.

It knows a lot but will keep silent

Well, it’s time for you to go home… Goodbye.

But I will keep walking and maybe

I’ll find the answer in the mist

What could be sadder than fallen golden leaves…