I sit under the autumn’s deep blue sky;
The sleepless night turns into sleepy days
The air is so pure
It saturates with scents of harvest;
Light fragrances hangs over the golden trees.
Through the air they disperse.
The sunlight is as pure as gold.
I beg her to kiss a deeply sleeping you.
Crisp air brushes through the twigs of the trees,
causing sighs to fall all over the grounds.
Slowly fading with secrets of the past summer.
