Give a nice poem name.

Original offer, name, autumn, no infringement.

The hurried autumn outside the door,

Always refuse to slow down and stay longer,

I haven't picked up a piece gently yet,

The fleeting time of a yellow leaf,

Instantly hid in winter.

Leaf, can you stop hibernating?

Because my lover uses her eyes—

When I was leaving, I showed lingering feelings.

She said sadly:

Before spring comes.

She won't come here again.

A forest full of fallen leaves,

So dear leaves,

Can you wake up?

-Kyoto ink