Let autumn leaves be gone with the wind
The story of spring is already a legend
Summer banquet is a memory
Don't ask for her story
Don't search for her answer
Let her drift away quietly
All the green is buried within that final golden color
All the struggles are falling down in autumn rain
Don't mourn for her sorrows
Don't laugh for her joy
Let the autumn leaves finish their last ballet in the wind
Everything is gone forever
As if the lake has never had any ripples