유샤인 영역

The sound of September coming, as I hear it again
The sounds of floral leaves bursting open and then fall 
Street trees are full of leaves, and yet
In our hearts, dead leaves fall
As I walk past the lonely streets
From somewhere, as if calling, your thoughts only linger

The sound of September coming, as I hear it again
The sound of love coming
The sound of love leaving
The words you left with me come up to mind again
Deep in longing, and yet, the dead leaves fall
In time to love, with whomsoever 
At this lonely street, I wish to meet.