The Fallen Leaves Were Calling You

My dear friend, the fallen leaves were calling you. My dear friend, the leaves were falling in a whimsical woman’s mind. My dear friend, for the night falls the wind begins to rise, and passes through with ill-natured to the heart that is easy to hurt. My dear friend, after I spent a day in the middle of a restless city, and when I stand under such a wretched roadside tree, the nostalgic sunset glow was stagger along with humming a sorrowful melody. My dear friend, for time grows the light has shone on the soft hat. My dear friend, for time grows a lonely shadow embraces fallen leaves and goes under the whispering street lamp. Oh, my dear friend, for time is passing under the whispering street lamp, Oh, my dear friend, I am dying to see you.