This gold autumn has come down to us from picture,
With a fine web string has joined us once again and fast.
Day’s transparence fills with golden light and warms up
You see me again and like for us it is the last.
We each other will not ask about something.
Burning down slowly, autumn gives to us advice
Grief is useless therefore that life is credence,
If you always live and love like using your last chance,
If you love like using your last chance.
Since tomorrow we are probably divided,
Fairy tales will be in progress but just not for us,
Grief is useless therefore that life is credence,
If you always live and love like using your last chance,
If you love like using your last chance.
Cranes’ triangle melts away and peters out,
Mountain ashes flame so brightly as if they are glance
Grief is useless therefore that life is credence,
If you always live and love like using your last chance,
If you love like using your last chance.