Autumn entered the park.
A bird prepares to fly.
I stop and I smell a flower still scented.
I kiss her and I say farewell to summer.
How sad the lake ripples
Uttering her ache of centuries!
I touch his water with my cheek,
I feel his cold caress
And I take one more time
The farewell from summer!
The bird, flower and lake
They know not to cry with tears!