Water's Edge Where Memories Float Down the Stream

When I look at yonder sky in the setting sun while walking on a path by the water’s edge following memories as it floats down the stream, I saw tinged autumnal leaves beckoning me on the hill behind my old home. The footmarks piled to grow high as my height and they sway in the chilling wind with reeds by a marshland, I am standing by a riverside that I left behind my home reddened in the evening glow.