In the night sky, the wind blew;
shaking the leaves on branches of trees nearby.
* 'oh, how those leaves fell! Like teardrops falling from the sky'. *
Yet, no one was there to save or catch them, as they fell to the cold merciless ground, and died.
Those leaves, those beautiful autumn leaves!
They reminded me of how, the same way in life.
Nothing is permanent, and in the end, we all die.