The dry leaves fallen on the ground,
Simmers down his old memories.
Just like the designs formed in water, Resurrect his reflected past. He walks near the shore On the footprints that once led his life Scattered now like the branches of the tree. He gazes at the halo of the sun which has created a
crescent of beautiful colours in the sky Wishing for the rainbow in his life, he drowns
himself in oblivion Watching the hues of his wishes accompanied by his
dreams pass along silently with the breeze.