Leaves fall when the season ends

The end begins the day one comes

The end begins, the day desire for immortality, begins to wane

Delicate and fragile moment it is; one observes the change, but

Sudden disappearance is not easy to accept

From the yawning emptiness of the pupils

It is easy to certify a dead

But not easy to accept the dead

In spite that denial is impossible

Gradually one falls apart

Painful is the final separation

Departure is certain

Not known is the final destination

One comes with fists closed, ready for aggression and acquisition

One goes with fists open, nothing can one take away

Leaves fall when the season ends

And the spring brings new buds on the trees