Life is a faded leaf in the autumn, amidst

rise and falls, no everlasting hills and tides on

the shore of fret, buzzing bees and wasps in the barren

evening, tread slowly: getting ready to
leave.

Look to your right, look to your left

no greenish my love but only for you, "I'll come back

again and again," Just like yesterday's class

where there remains only gold in silver grass.

Talk about future spring, no more laugh

no more singing, "I don't know what else to do

when I'm a fool beneath the crystal moon!"

Oh, but it's winter! Always a tucker behind all-forsaken.

Pleas, all weeks ago — a bed with sweet flowers and

roses, now the dry heaps nor the signs of birds

enough to drop the eaves, perhaps he loves when the light

Leaves, "I must count the stars in the air paradise."

Time: that ran gold, grew old— upon layering hands

on the same scents, she found glory that

may expand, for dim beyond the steadfast—

We stand, we fall, we writhe in the stormy rapids.

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Part (iv) is on the way!