Away scent of autumn

The beach did not cry stripe,

not sure rainy Sunday.

O that I could

write a man

this landscape.

I melancholy

I love, as

sunlight from the sun.

Within writer

so many different

emotion is.

There is a trip to a man

none, friend

lonely armpit.

Now the winds of autumn

smells, I did not faint

less than sorrow. I have

rested for several days,

slept like a dream

  Sleeping Beauty.

It does not matter even if I

woman wrinkled.

Love for all ages

shall be permitted, and serene

road to the port of love.