In autumn,

My soul is dancing on the beach

with the fiery northern lights.

I have made your face

I know, they are so

moonlight like.

I wildly whistle,

even if it is forbidden

is under the northern lights fires.

Now they could fall

only maple leaves

strain on my skin.

Every morning, I feed

the longing of man,

with this pain

I live, yet I am happy moment.

I am alone and song

marine, and wind your voice

I get my ear to whisper.