The leaf of early winter
Falls to the gentle wind movement.
Something happy, yet bitter
In every second of the leaf's enjoyment.

It wanders through the wind howls,
Without any purposes nor choices.
And every time I take a stroll,
I see the leaf, with it's little noise.

And our life is like a leaf.
We take a fall and endlessly fly like doves.
We'll just hope for the wind to lead,
Hopefully we'll find someone to love.