Hey gentle autumn breeze!
You show so charm,
How could you pave the way
In doing me such a harm?

I was very well with solitude
You fell me into marsh,
My mind is now laughing on lotus
It's not good but harsh.

Who wanted brave soldier?
Who cares my pain?
If I express my grief
Why do you refrain?

What will think that blue bird
That makes me pain-stricken?
Do I possess two minds?
Can one be shaken?

I should move to a land
That has no autumn, witching pleasing,
No Love will come to compel me
To commit wrong by mesmerising.