The summer's love goodbye, but autumn's death has just arrived.
The trees' leaves falling, seemingly brought to life. Just to die once more upon the ground that brings forth life.
We see this time again, but we never say anything.
Should we scorn life for death, or should we tell ourselves, life is life, and death is death. Should we question what is right and wrong? Or shall we sit back and watch the leaves fall?
thx
