Yolk Street from Autumn Leaf Her Dear Home A Dear and kind Winter Winter Well underneath the rain a sad landscape of street is no longer a romantic whisper Tag In the snow reads to the black crow but that green air of the green air
the yellow street from the fall leaf himself empty of his heartfelt sadness a familiar way to the house A dear and kind with the night Her nights have even a star In the cold street, it is always unpopular Thinking about reaching the first spring Hope to come back in the sun The tree that comes to the dry tree
The yellowish street from the fall of the fall its own empty -handed Baron A sad landscape of street is no longer a romantic whisper Home is always home from winter Yolt Street from autumn leaf himself empty of his heartfelt grief a familiar way to the house A dear and kind. Abe Nine Nights have even a star
