Autumn of Life


I've got a good news for you
Or, it may be bad news for you
It is the last day of the autumn.

The falling red leaves
Those are carried away by the gentle breeze
Are singling the same song.
It does not matter if
You have a golden castle to live
Or, if you don't have a roof over your head
It does not matter if
We don't believe in the same God
Or, if our skin colors are different

The only truth is that
This is the last day of the autumn
And, all of us are driven by
The fallen red leaves
Carried away by the gentle breeze.

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