Leaves are turning brown
Slowly falling into the ground
Can’t be stopped nor postponed
The will that needs to be fullfilled.

Picking them up and collecting
Something’s worth remembering
If next season won’t come anymore
Sadness and regret will be no more

View may change as days passed
At least, memories are well-kept
If now is not the perfect time
Somehow, there is another life.

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