Wading in the meadow of sorrows
Glaring the newly blossomed lilies
Pondering the slow slow breezes
Greenness is more inside than outside
Leaves the yellow oscillating with grace
Leaves the golden striking the land
Leaves the brown silently scattering
Crushed by the feet of travelers
The same going somewhere else
Leaves the white oscillating with stiffness
Leaves the blue striking forcefully
Leaves the red scattered screaming
Crushed by the feet of dearly traveler
Autumn is inside, Autumn is outside
October is just slandered for no reason
Real culprit is favourite traveler