Fading swiftly, the lost sounds;
The silent night loses its imaginations.
The leaves are gone, no more verdant shade;
In yellow and red, they lifelessly wade.
The ceaseless torrent of the dark rain,
The stars submerged, forever lain.
Nowhere is anyone, emptiness cries;
As if someone repeatedly tries.
Seems like a call to the endless abyss,
Seems like a call, to forever miss.
Why do you beckon the void, Farewell?
Why sketch Colour’s October, in your tell?