It's autumn once again,
I feel it in my veins.
After the blazing summer,
Tis' time when withered feelings must fall far off.
After the wet monsoon,
Tis' time when watery emotions must sink deep down.
Tis' time when the cold wind would shake my branches,crack my soil and break my soul
but I'll hold my roots tight....
Because I know that after the desolate winter,
Cheerful spring has always followed.