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