The last to go to sleep
And the first to wake up
Keeping still as the trees
Shed their leaves
And maybe autumn is
Just a foreshadow of the spring
And don't remind me what is in between
No feeling
Please grant me what I need
To put me on the ground
So the frost will not enfold me
This time around
That's even if I can walk
As if a season can even destroy the sorrow
Tomorrow