All the saints I’m around turn to grey.
Their black eyes just stare and slay
My hope into dusty powders.
With teardrops, they’re falling together.
But the nature’s mercy
Brushes up each pain carefully.
Every invisible pieces of heart on the ground
Are transformed into jewels of red, star, yellow, crown.
I realize the world suddenly
Blesses every sad soul secretly,
With colorful lessons to appreciate,
With the never-dying faith.
I wish the firing red
Shaded the coldness around.
Again, November foliage
Is painting the sky and the ground.
All the beautiful places
Wait and wait to be together found.
I wish …
But it doesn’t matter anymore, now.
Autumn is around the corner;
The sweet apple pie scent in the air,
Marron glaće Mont Blanc,
Pumpkin, pumpkin everywhere!
In bakes, in cakes, in creams
But in the dream, I am unprepared.
Could this year’s seasonal tastes compare
To you who are the one in there?
# かぼちゃパフェ (大戸屋) – My pumpkin parfait after dinner today. Grilled pumpkin cubes were surprisingly good. All was a nice combination but I started to feel a bit cold eating ice cream at this time of the year.