late autumn

Piece after piece

The yellow leaves fall and sparkle gold

Calm and serene

There is not a trace of hate

There is no trace of resentment

Scattered into mud and dust

And the fragrance is as old as ever

life-and-death

It's just a kind of reincarnation

It doesn't matter if you are born or old, or if you are sick or die

It's all the return of big dreams

alive

It's going to be a chic walk

He's dead

Just be open

Face with a smile

Generation after generation

Thrive

There is a sunrise in the east

There will be a moonset in the west

(Friday, October 12, 2012)