Today is autumn in my heart.
Because my leaves change,
because some dry up,
because you, although separated,
you walk away.
Today is autumn in your heart.
Because your petals fall,
because your corollas wither,
because even though you plant me,
I do not need you to protect me.
Today is autumn in the heart.
Because your colors cover my life,
because your textures bare my pain;
because your shakes freeze my wound,
because your arrogance accuses my trembling.
Autumn, autumn in the heart.