It's all as if the rain's pouring down
Gray mists will rest upon the longing eyes
As if one's waiting for the spring

That November will bring

And one can't hear the footsteps behind

And silent door won't shut
It's all as if a tranquil flood carries you away from the empty towns


Where the wind chases about
Fragments of things unsaid


Where along the rainy paths
Autumn continues along on its way