I believed that the autumn season was the season of withering, the season of the forest
shivering under the hailstorm,
I could never believe that with such a mood , the garden of love bloomed in a familiar look,
I believed that the autumn season was the season of hardship, the pain of Osmeh, the flower of love, but withered and yellow,
I believed that it was never possible to make my dark night sound with such hatred , from your gaze, the light became
like autumn, I did not turn yellow , I became like fire, I did not become cold, I did not become
like autumn, I did not become yellow, I became like fire, I did not
get cold.I dont want to lose more of myself I
dont want to break so that I can bend over to you
I dont want to break so that
I can bend before you I
didnt turn yellow like fire I didnt get cold
I didnt sympathize with the story I didnt get tame the eyes of your lover who separated me from you I didnt become tame those eyes of your lover who separated me from you I didnt become
like autumn I didnt become yellow, I became like fire, I didnt get cold, I
didnt get cold like autumn, I didnt turn yellow, I became like fire, I didnt get cold.
