An Autumn Notion

For he calls this season an autumn, the leaves fall? Or for she sees the falling leaves, is it the autumn? Another season moves along with the clouds high above For the falling leaves are the autumn, for the autumn is the falling leaves, the winds hanging on the roadside tree branches cast the shades of colors at the dull grayish pavement to add variety; yellow, red, purple, brown… For the hue of the sunset I have left behind the old home, the full of reminiscences turn into the falling leaves and pat the windshield of the car I drive. For the unforgettable names I utter over and over again, the full of reminiscences turn into west wind and brush through the window of the car I steer When the car passes over the fallen leaves I walk on the same leaves piled on the hillside path of the old home I left behind, when the car sinks in the evening glow I walk under the same sunset glow by the riverside path of the old home I left behind