Falling leaves in autumn,
Washing all the sins away.
Crushed under the feet’s rhythm,
Mixing with the soil and clay.

Washing all the sins away,
Headed to fresh new start.
Mixing with the soil and clay,
Fixing the broken heart.

Headed to fresh new start,
Blooming flowers in spring.
Fixing the broken heart,
Like melodies from violin’s string.

Blooming flowers in spring—
Gave me a fresh new start.
Like melodies from violin’s string,
Solace that flowers bring to my heart.

Wind drifting through grass
At my feet, it stops and moans
Wind breaks- moaning ends

Candle burning out
Becoming smaller, melts down
Still giving out light

Water dripping down
From the leaf after the rain-
And the last drop falls

Saw this place somewhere
Oh! It was my golden dream
Now the dream haunts me

Little boy flying kite
Drifting in the air, strand breaks
Holds the strand alone

Sitting on shoulder
Swallow says to Happy Prince-
I will never leave