Twilight is far away,

Listening to the voice of the heart alone,

Crisp sound,

It seems that the ice ballast that is broken in the cold winter,

No tears,

There is no anger,

There was a little sadness in the bleak eyes,

Half-open and half-closed lips exhaled a faint breath,

The body no longer belongs to oneself,

Fell softly under the poplar tree beside him,

With all the strength of the body,

A name was called.

A name that no one can understand and can't understand,

He no longer belongs to himself,

belongs to the empty nature in front of you,

It's still silent,

Eerily silent,

Only the poplar tree hangs its head,

Silently watching,

His heart was completely broken.

He seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking,

It was a crisp sound of an instant,

It's like a sound that is unique only in its own world.

Mountain love is gray,

The trees are gray,

The sky is also gray,

It's as if the whole world is also gray.

Maybe from now on,

He and his world are gray.

Golden leaves,

Gentle falling from the poplar tree,

Gently stroking the tears on his face,

The soft can no longer soften the body,

It is as if enjoying the most ethereal realm of the soul.

That's a pain,

That's a kind of beauty,

That's a kind of helplessness,

It was a kind of despair and destruction,

It was a feeling of emptiness.

That's more of an attitude of being at ease with what happens,

The flying car fades away,

can't hear sound,

Invisible color,

Can't smell it,

Everything has become so small,

No one understands,

There is no one to soothe,

Only poplars,

Only these golden leaves,

Slowly flowing from his body to his heart,

From then on there were only poplars,

There are only poplar leaves.