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.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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