Twice Fallen Leaves

How many leaves? Ah, you can’t count because it’s burning hot Vermilion Red Hands One on top another Seem to transform into A perfect synthetic persona Their burning desire is to color The whole world With true red Sadly, their nerve fibers Cannot connect with each other Oh, God I watch them tremble in this hopeless struggle I took a ride on my bike Holding them on the front basket Pedaled hard, at full speed, so that All winds will toss them, Scramble them Shuffle them Here, the top of a cliff This is the farthest I can come Where the reds slide from my palms At the end of the world Blown by the last and strongest Gust of the wind Each red leaf was then dancing Down to the deepest blue of the ocean I felt they wanted me to say Good-bye