Green leaves of vine no longer in bloom,
A tranquil ember of sunset burns.
As evening comes, the skies may snow,
Can you drink one glass with me?
Before you need to go?

I’m saddened by the last red roses
there beside my steps,
At dusk I found but two alive,
And with the chilly twilight frost,
I know they won't survive,
So this night I gazed by starlight,
to cherish their fading red.

It's cold this night in autumn's month,
And quiet within a lone old man,
Lies down his weary head.
And dreaming deep, he falls asleep,
amid a falling snow.
Dawn then comes clear and cold,
breathing stilled, he does not rise,
red petals frosted cover his steps,
no sunrise finds his eyes.